MY  UNCLE  MATT

By   Dean  Beaty   3/15/08

 

This is a message from out of the womb.

“I got to get out, there’s just no leg room.”

Dear Uncle Matt; I can’t wait to meet,

Someone to help me to stand on my feet.

 

I’m tired of lying flat on my back.

I hear that walking takes quite a knack.

It won’t be long I’ll learn how to run.

Then we can have barrels of fun.

 

Nicholas and I, we might like to fish.

There are so many things that I wish.

We could go hunting for pheasant or deer.

I just can’t wait to get out of here.

 

So Uncle Matt, I’m ready to go.

I have a ball, teach me to throw.

Then there’s computers, I don’t know a thing.

At teaching computers I hear you’re the king.

 

                        Looking forward to seeing you,

                       

                         Jackson Wyatt Clay