Another Poem for AJ

I know the last stanza isn’t the same number of lines but…..here:

Everything is fine,
It will be okay.
He is alive
And in a crib he lays.
I know you want him
To be with you
But he’s safe
And you’ll see him soon.

He came three months early,
At 4 pounds, 6 ounces
He is still too small
To go to your races.
With brown hair, and blue eyes
He takes after his daddy,
With eyes like the skies.

I’m thankful to be named,
The godmother of the boy,
And I hope you won’t be ashamed,
I’ll take care of
Alexander James
~Candi Michelle