Gravy

There's gravy on the baby

and gravy in my hair,

gravy on the couch,

and gravy everywhere.

Thanksgiving meal is over and we all are fed and fat.

From Papa to the little one, we even fed the cat.

Our favorite is potatoes, with Papa's gravy grand.

So meaty, brown, and savory that it's known throughout the land.

We had a crowd for dinner, some came we didn't know ..

Well for gosh sake it's Thanksgiving and they needed somewhere to go...

So we set another place and pulled up another chair

and squeezed a little closer, and were so glad they were there

To share our feast and share our home, so no one was left out

Now isn't that what Thanksgiving day is really all about? ...

We ate way too much turkey, dressing, yams and pie...

Stuffed with taters and gravy till we really thought we'd die.

And it's baby's first Thanksgiving and he tried the gravy too...

Pronounced it good, (as well he should) and slopped it on his shoe.

Then he ran around the house,  a'gigglin' as he ran,

behind him leaving gravy tracks,  (mischievious little man)

and by the time we caught him there was gravy everywhere.

But our Thanksgiving was the best one yet, so we really didn't care.

For Everest

Baby Everest, tiny boy

came to earth to


bring such joy,


cherub smiles and


baby sighs,


dimpled hands and


sparkling eyes.

Named for summit of cloud and rain

that few attempt and fewer gain.

You will stand on lofty heights

As you strive to do the right.


Blessed to be a stalwart son

Temptation and evil you will shun

Immovable in ways of truth,

Commandment keeper, valiant youth


Everest, child of noble birth

Sent to spend this time on earth

You will surely pass your test

Be joyful,  for your life is blessed.