Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Baby Franky


To a wee boy I know,
who fell on his head.
He got a great big gash
and his hair turned red.
His father gasped and his mother cried,
making for a very long ambulance ride.
While he held on tight to bear-bear,
so brave and so strong,
his family talked to Jesus
all night long.
Thirteen staples later
and a thrilling story to tell.
We're so proud of you A. J.
and we wish you
very well.



1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I now know it's possible to laugh and cry at the same time!Your poetry with humor and love touched my heart.
AJ wanted to know if Humpty Dumpty got staples or stitches when they tried to fix him.