Happy Dance

A poem about the saving grace of hope and joy from a toddler named Sawyer whence upon his parents Mal (nickname for Malorie) and Dustin and I were beset with conflicting emotions............ The very good dear neighbors - Steve and Vicki had some weeks ago decided to sell and move. We were saddened of course, and would miss them. Their FOR SALE sign went up and came down. Then came the possibility that the buyer would use the house for a rental. Our personal prejudices, being in favor of an owner occupied house, tossed our feelings in multiple directions - until Sawyer did his dance.

There once was a Henry, Dustin, and Mal..........

got so sad when good neighbors started to sell.

Soon grief turned to distress..........

cross the street - a rental address!

No one knew how this boil to lance.....

Till Sawyer did a happiness dance.

So we'll move past our vexing peeve.....

'Cause we'll always love Vicki and Steve.

Thank you Dustin, Thank you Mal, Thank you Sawyer, Thank me Me :)