Letter of the week
Be advised that our letter this week
Will expose me as an English freak.
I wanted a challenge, so I suppose
I’ll write in poetry instead of prose.
A project this week brought me great joys:
Cleaning our cupboard of childhood toys.
Forty games I deemed unplayed
But after sorting, twenty stayed.
We emptied, organized, and DI-ed,
Which filled my mom with greatest pride:
She was able to be rid of much
Without using nostalgia as her crutch.
A sideshow to our deep-cleaning endeavor,
Lawrence gave us our greatest scare ever
When trying to “breathe” a dried up leaf,
He sputtered and choked, giving us grief.
We chose to call the professional crew
Our neighbors at this point saw the ado:
Lights on an ambulance WILL draw a crowd,
Not to mention a stretcher and sirens so loud.
After moaning and gagging and spitting up blood,
He must have coughed up and then swallowed the crud.
When paramedics finally were checking him out,
He seemed ready to smile and had not a pout.
And now we’re all better, except now at night
His teeth and gums are having a fight.
Two bottom teeth and a top one are fine,
But the fourth surely seems to be taking its time.
Dawna and Mama had lots of good fun
She’s growing more hair, not enough for a bun,
But FINALLY enough for two little tails,
In six rubber bands, they look like two rails…
On Friday we planned a little surprise,
Grant’s 25th year (Oh, how the time flies).
A Mafia game, and ice cream and friends
All met and enjoyed a good week’s end.
The next day we met, but not with such glee
Out canvassing here to protect family.
The results, however, were surprisingly good:
A lot of “Yes” votes in our neighborhood.
With Muslims, Mormons, a couple of Jews,
Our Prop 8 might barely be given just dues.
All we can do is campaign our best
And leave luck and faith to handle the rest.
And finally here are today’s events,
Which left us all busy, and unusually tense.
I sang a solo, while a friend of mine
Displayed each word with its ASL sign.
Jon’s always busy on Sundays these days
With meetings and lessons, his presidential rays
Fill all that he meets with the spirit and light
Though busy and hectic, he’s doing what’s right.
This letter brings all our love to you,
We hope you all enjoyed you weeks too.
And don’t be distraught, for you’re likely to find
That our letter next week won’t have one single rhyme!
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