Here is a poem I wrote for my Granddaughter. Each year my daughter Michelle
and her husband Bob host the Annual Cheyenne Rose Golf Tournament, the
proceeds of which go to the IRSA. This was the third year for the tournament
and each year the turnout nearly doubles from the year before. I wrote the poem
for our corporate invitation package for the tournament.
God bless. Elaine Chapman
Cheyenne Rose
We want so much for you, yet you ask for nothing.
Your mouth does not speak, yet you teach us all what is important.
Your feet do not dance, yet you lead the parade of our life.
Your hands do not play, yet you are happy.
Your precious smile brings joy to all who see you.
The love in your eyes reaches the limits of my soul.
Only one word describes you Cheyenne Rose,
That word is simply Angel
