This is the 4th of 4 letters sent together, intro here.
Love has been your lifeblood
In many different forms—
Miles driven, sleep lost,
Braved fears, a beagle ear,
Bills paid, choices made,
Risks taken, doubts shaken,
Burning questions, determination,
Parental grit, and the pressing-on
Of souls when hope is all but gone.
Unanswered prayers were bravely faced
Though they seem a wicked wraith.
Tubes delivered food and air
But held close in the rocking chair
By Mom and Dad, skin to skin
The purest love imparted then
Kept your tiny heart in tune.
You went under the knife loved over the moon.
Emily, the road ahead is rough
And no one knows how long.
You’ll have a harder trek than most,
But never walk alone.