Pammy
We had a daughter for two years
To bring us laughs when she appeared
And showed up on our doorstep smiling
No kitchee coo and all beguiling
But rather tomboy, roller skating
Running, biking, celebrating
The blissfulness of early teens
To shake us up in our routine.
She loved to play games at our table
Board games, card games and when able
To make up games out in our pool
And try to win by her own rules
Or drop by just to shoot the bull
Or watch as we worked with our tools
Then we’d attend her running meets
And see her win as she'd compete.
She helped us through our troubled times
When my mom-in-law with cancer died
And she was there to raise our spirits
And sadly felt a kindred nearness
As her own father’s diagnosed with cancer
Prostate late stage far advancer
And we could try to return the favor
And help her be a little braver.
But mostly we had lots of fun
And laughed at things that she had done
Like the time that’s worth denoting
When our swimming pool had bits of floating
Odd shaped little loosened scales
That turned out to be Pam's Press On nails.
Then as she entered high school life
And grew to be more womanlike,
It’s natural that she progressed
And left our friendly neighborly nest
And moved on through college and into life
Complete with career and now as wife.
Settling on the other coast
Maybe someday they will host
As surrogate family of their own
To some neighbor child that’s on loan.
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