Saturday, February 16, 2008

Birthday Poem From my Brother

Jean, you've always been there,
you are my sister.
Glad you haven't been blown away
in a giant twister.

I like your fresh muffins
and really like your kid.
Hope you don't scar her for life
like your parents did.

You're learning to play guitar
and that's pretty neat.
I just wanted to say
I've never liked feet.

Now we're getting ready
for another in our world.
The only question is
a boy or a girl?

Actually, we're not pregnant,
kidding on that part.
But when you read this to Mom,
it'll give her a start.

Really, peeling Mom off the ceiling,
well, what can you say?
Could there be a better present?
Happy Birthday!

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