The Baby Hunt- Part 2

The only time I cried was before everyone got there and my sister Marcie made me open one gift because she wanted it out on display when everyone arrived.  It was a poem, that she had typed up, matted and framed.  It read:

Holden James Hunt

"He'll never learn to whisper and his face will not be clean

You'll tie his shoes a thousand times and patch up all his jeans

He'll never walk when he can run and he'll climb up all the trees

Before he's ten you'll have kissed a hundred skinned up knees

He'll throw the ball inside the house...never in the yard

He'll break your priceless treasures and leave the junk unmarred

You'll wonder in your secret times if this is really all there is

Just peanut butter and jelly and one goodnight kiss

But when he's sick you'll sit beside his bed the whole night through

And pray God grants one more day for him to spend with you"

As I sit and write this, I'm teary eyed.  I cannot wait to hang this in his nursery.  Thank you!