My 98 year old mom, Esther, wrote a nice note to her 100 year old sister, Edie, and I translated it into a rhyme.
Firecrackers will ever crack, And you will always have my back. Do you think, when we took that car, We might have gone a bit too far? I don't think when you drove that loop, We went too far with the coupe. Anyway, there's no way to prove - You see, the tires did not move. We need not be doing time - Dancing to Dorsey is no crime. Tires not moving, it was hearsay - No crime to dance to Jimmy Dorsey. I could say the very same Of dancing to Harry James. I like Glen Miller! D'ya know a Place we can do the Balboa? Country bike rides, sharing clothes - What wonderful times were those! We shared them with our kid brother Who hit one pitch after another. Just three kids out in the sticks - Edie, Esther, Buddy Hicks.
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
