'Keith"

'Keith'

He was born so tiny

This sweet little guy

He fit in a shoe box

It made me cry

He tumbled

down stairs

Hit his head on a jack

But God stepped in

We got him back.

He went to school early

He got on the bus

Carrying pampers

But never a fuss

Special schools

It seemed like forever

But Keith hung in

He kept it together

When he was six

He began to rebel

For a little while

He surely "raised hell"

Gramma was called

And she came to his aid

She hugged him and held him

Said, "don't be afraid"

She took him and taught him

Stunned teachers did mention

He had totally changed

Given love and attention

Three times each week

At Gramma's place

Keith did his lessons

With fervor and grace

She bought him a TV

Just for his room

Soon his brother and cousin

Were jealous, Oh gloom

They phoned their Gramma

And called her a name

Disguising their voices

The idea was lame

Gramma came over

With eyes of fire

The two boys learned

Not to raise her ire.

She made them see

How cruel they had been

While Keith struggled

Each day, just to fit in.

Things settled down

He began to thrive

He learned new things

He came "alive"

Keith graduated

We were so proud

Then he joined

The working crowd.

He loves his computer

And now he's online

Gramma's teaching again

And that is just fine

For Keith is a treasure

Be kind, you may see,

God bringing many

Blessings to thee.

Kesti©2010