When I was two I was baptized in The Church,
The priest warmly welcomed me in.
I didn’t like the cold water and oil,
But I was soothed by my Godmother’s grin.
My Godmother is my best grownup friend,
She’s there for the important things.
She plays with us and sings funny songs,
We love the food and the gifts that she brings!
She got a second Goddaughter when my sister was born,
Mom says they’re like peas in a pod.
They have the same middle names and brown hair,
They’re both joyful and loud… and odd.
I think a lot about my school and my friends,
My hometown, my toys, my yard.
Although I am young I have many questions,
Understanding the world can be hard.
I’ve learned that blessings are good things given,
What we’re thankful for, what makes each day bright.
I’ve been taught about the Father, the Son and the Spirit,
I trust in His love and His might.
But it’s harder as I get older and learn troubling things.
Now I know what it means to die.
And I’ve heard mean words and seen good people get hurt,
And that’s when I need an adult nearby.
My Godmother’s there then, with peace in her heart,
Teaching me to pray and to love,
She’ll give me the answers to really tough questions,
And remind me of heaven above.
She’s like a sister to Mom, a blessing to Dad,
She’s strong and smart, like I hope to be.
Although we’re not related, she loves us like we are,
She’s the flowers on our family tree.
This text is intended to be a picture book for children. Feedback is appreciated. © Katie Bieker, 2013.