Nineteen-hundred and eighty-nine
Was quite a year and mighty
fine.
John came home to stay for good
And raised his grades, We knew
he could.
The Giants lost in series play
But they'll rise to win another
day.
We faired quite well the great earthquake
Some lamps did tumble but
none did break.
But earthquakes aren't the only shocks.
Analia has a little
box
That zaps her pain from back and mind,
The neatest trick you'll ever
find.
And Jenny's music improves each day
It fills our home with songs so
gay.
She plays so well, she'll surely be
The ward pianist, wait and
see.
The Lord has called both Mom and Dad
To serve the Ward. We're
really glad.
Primary counselor is Mom's new trick
While Dad is in the
Bishopric.
Our hearts are light, we all could clap
While momma takes another
zap.
And daddy writes these poems for fun.
We send our love to every
one.
Gale L. Wolfenbarger
19 November 1989
Copyright ©
2009 Gale L. Wolfenbarger