Summer

On a warm summer morning,
In nineteen eight-three
A little girl came to us,
As precious as could be.

Her Daddy took one look at her
and he begin to smile,
"She looks good to me",he said,
"Think we'll keep her for awhile.

Her Mother looked her over
She loved her baby girl
She counted every little toe,
And brushed every tiny curl.

Her name had been picked out,
Summer, and why not?
After all she came in July
When the sun was really hot!

To everyone in her family,
She brought so much joy,
Everybody played with her
She was like a little toy.

She grew and was such a happy child
That nobody minded one bit
When she jumped and played and danced
Around, and seldom ever sit.

Its hard to believe today as
We look at her and sigh
That she is eight years old
Time sure has flown by!

Even though she's big now
And sometimes makes a fuss
We will never forget the day,
God sent her to live with us!

I wrote this poem for Amy on her ninth birthday.

I wrote this poem for Autumn for her sixth birthday

Written for Dorenda on Mothers Day

Poems for my sisters

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