Nineteen-Sixty-Five
What a year,
seems lke yesterday,
March 29,1965
is a day not
to forget.
My Wife Diana
and I had went
out to eat that night
awaken to a fire.
it was across
the alley from us
flames 100 feet high
fire trucks, oh so many.
We went back to
bed, but not for
long I'm afraid.
She went into labor
oh so much yelling
she did that night.
Diana's parents
lived downstairs,
they rushed us
to the hospital,
as we drove up
i looked up and
said this is
wrong hospital.
So he drove few
more blocks
we made it in time.
Placed her in wheel chair,
and into E.R.
I waited and paced
the floor, so many
smokes i had.
sometime later
in early AM doctor came and
told me it was
a girl.
Her dad said we
[...] Read more
poem by Jim Foulk
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
