A poem for Emerson

Dearest Emerson so fresh from God, sent to walk with us upon earth's sod.
As you arrived we heard a rustle, surely it was angels in a hustle.
Upon soaring wing, they began to sing -
Speading the joyous news, even as you began your coos.
Sporting your daddy's chin, your mommy's heart you were sure to win.
Auburn adorns your crown, you are the sweetest baby around.
So as the announcements ring, and the angels sing.....
Let us remember one important thing, show Emerson the way of the King!

All my love - your great-aunt Angie