Blue skies, a brook, a bumble bee
On the walk we took you and me
I wrote, "I love you upon your palm!"
Words a ripple came back so calm
A lady bug--tiny garden snake
Things of which our dreams we make
Pity those who have never known
Soft words of love to become a poem
An embryo an infant and then fully grown
This child that came from lovers seed
would someday face a world in it's time of need
The day we walked and shared a special look
On the day a trail near a sparkling brook
++As we watched our son's name be called and saw him climb the platform to receive
his well earned diploma at Georgetown Law school
Undergraduate work completed at Washington State college
I was thinking back to the day his mother and I
meet and shared dream walking the trail near
that sparkling brook. Who would have thunk the Most
likely not to succeed would ever go to college.
I had a basketball recruit contract at Central Washington college
and she a young pretty coed this was how we met.
We sat proud as our son's
graduation and his life was beginning. Today five
Grandchildren all either graduated or college bound
The youngest graduates this year and already recruited
as both athlete and scholar
To become aware that life had been good for Punky
The bad little boy voted Most likely not to succeed.