Memories are what we store in our mind
A way to look back to a happier time
A way to keep those that we love in our hearts
In sharing these memories, the healing does start
These memories, I share, I'll put down in pen
For two little boys named, Jon and Jim
So many memories of good times and fun
For beginners, I'll start with this little one.
First there were semis and Jim loved them so
"Big mama" he called them as past us they'd go
And then the first time he said the word truck
Well, I'm sure you can figure where that went amuck.
Before we all knew it along came our Jon
Between these two brothers, a special bond.
With lots of dark hair and huge brown eyes
He looked like his mama, which was no surprise
The boys would come and stay for awhile
And left Aunt Cathy, with their beautiful smiles
But not until there would be stories to tell
For two little boys. mischievious as......well.....
Aunt Cathy could tell you a good whopping few
But this one is special and my favorite too
We had just eaten lunch and they were at play
Jim, Jon and Jess, no napping today.
I'd gone to the kitchen to clean up the mess
When I noticed that silence had invaded our nest
The search had begun to see what was amiss
Nervously, I picked up my pace just a bit.
Low and behold I did find them that day
In the walk-in closet all tucked away
The craft paint bucket is what they had found
A good hundred bottles, with the squirting crown
They already had every color tried out
And decided their canvas would be, without doubt
Cousin Jessica, who in a diaper was clad.
Was happy to help, as she added a tad.
Giggling and smiling they had painted away
Jess looking tie-dyed, you could easily say
Everywhere paint had been squirted and swirled
The clothes and the carpet, little boys and a girl.
The looks on their faces were ones of we're busted
When I opened the closet and looked quite disgusted
Jon's lips began quivering and soon came the cry
Big tears rolling out of those huge brown eyes
I never was good at dealing with that
So I went in the closet and on the floor sat
Holding them all, telling them it was ok
We'll just clean it up and be on with our day.
As I stood to go run a bath in the tub.
I looked down at myself and I had to shrug
The tears had won out and nothing else mattered
I too had become a canvas of splatters
Dedicated to my nephews, Jim and Jon
In Memory of Jonathon Daniel Dec 11th, 1979 --- April 9th 2014