One day in a hospital,
there was a special cry.
This baby had been born to earth,
and her name was Skye.

She came from a loving family,
one that would take care of her.
She grew up so fast and matured,
it all looked like a blur.

She went to church and praised the Lord,
listened to Him and would abide.
Her love for Him was overwhelming,
the devil had to hide.

Skye, I love you very much,
more than words could say.
Maybe you won’t understand,
but I’ll write you this poem anyway.

Don’t forget that you are good,
your such an amazing sis.
To all your siblings and don’t forget,
your such an amazing gift.

I love you Skye.

This poem is dedicated to my hard-working wife.

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The day has come,
and you need to rest.
You can’t go on,
and be your best.

The days are short,
and the hours long.
And with that the case,
you can’t be strong.

So this weekend,
without question or doubt.
You’ll be able to relax,
that’s all you’ll be about.

I will care for everything,
including my best friend.*
If it’s the last thing I do,
and it may be the end.

I want you to be off,
rest a recoup.
Taking care of the kids and house,
has thrown you for a loop.

So sleep late in the morning
and I’ll do my best.
I’m sure I am capable,
to pass the test.

You need to rest,
with all that is coming up.
So sit back and relax,
with your coffee cup.

I’m able to do,
whatever needs to be done.
Just watch me,
it will be fun.

I’m your butler, chauffeur, and maid,
for whatever you need to do.
I’m at your beck and call,
just tell me, I’m here for you.

I love you!

This poem was written by my grandson, to whom I gifted a Sphero BB-8. To show his gratitude, he renewed my website for another year.

Come in BB-8,
you rowdy droid.
Your ball-like self,
makes me overjoyed.

Where did you come from,
‘cause it ain’t Jakku.
Was it someone else,
who gifted you?

Somebody else used Amazon,
and purchased you on the web.
Your adventures take you places,
And your emotions flow and ebb.

Sometimes your head gets knocked off,
But I think that’s okay.
‘cause you’re pretty resilient,
Each and every day.

But even through that orange shell,
I can see right through.
It wasn’t the fact that you were cool,
That someone gifted you.

That someone had a lot of thanks,
And didn’t know how to show it.
But he was a good guy,
A grandpa and a poet.

He went online and shopped around,
Probably as best he could.
He asked the ones who knew the best,
And they answered, as he knew they would.

That’s how You, bb-8, came to be,
Rolling around, to and fro.
And something else tags along,
Wherever you may go.

The fact that someone did something,
‘cause another helped him out.
I think it’s time to return the favor,
And present this gift with a shout.

BB-8 will give it to you,
As he rolls across the floor.
Beep-beep, boop-boop, beep,
Your blog’s renewed another year more.