EMANUEL JACOB FISHER... A TRIBUTE TO YOU

Not a word to say, Daddy carried in

A pine box to be their son's earthly bed

Mommy whispered through her tears,

"I sure wish it was a toy box, instead."

A little boy conceived in love.

A dream to enhance the human race.

Delivered from the warmth of mother's womb

Into the loving arms of God's embrace.

In their home and in their eyes...

So much evidence of joy.

In their heart they know God is love.

But oh how they miss the heartbeat of that little boy.

Carefully they lay their son in,

This homemade box of pine.

They fold his blanket all just right.

And in the silence, "Mommy, Daddy will you be fine?"

Daddy holds Mommy real close and tight.

"Our son...'God With Us'... It's even in your name.

Emanuel Jacob Fisher.... A tribute to you...

We will be fine... But we will never be the same."

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Larry B. Reinhold

December 10, 2021