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 :)
