Poems

Daddy wrote me a poem last week. I'm not really sure what it means, but Mama says I'll appreciate it some day. Here it is.

You’ve developed a little stutter.
I can tell it’s because you’re mind is working faster than your tongue.
I know what it’s like to have your thoughts run ahead
And forget that the words have to catch up.
I often wish others could look inside my mind
And see how clear the concept was.

You’re a little bit shy. You say so little to strangers.
It can be hard to know what to do around someone new.
I know what it’s like to wish you had more to say.
But when people get to know you
They’re amazed at how articulate you are
And how funny you can be.

Sometimes you'll wish you were more outgoing
Or more well spoken, but you’ll be proud of what you are.
You’ll be a deep thinker, a problem solver, and a good listener.
Your quiet demeanor will convey confidence.
Others will talk about you when you’re not around,
About how smart you are.

Then someday you’ll read this and wonder how I knew these things about you.
Then you’ll see it in your son. And you’ll know exactly what he’s thinking.

Here's another one he wrote for McKenzie. At least this one rhymes...

If the hills had clouded over
And my gutters filled with rain,
If the Yankees beat the Red Sox
And the Cubs were bums again,
If the car broke down at Wal-Mart
And I had to walk a mile
I would still call it a good day
If I got to see you smile.