September 24, 1998

Eight years ago my son Wes was born. I was going to do a big long post that described the day of his birth and what a joy that was, but I decided against that. It turns out that Wes has begun to dabble in poetry. I couldn't be prouder. In honor of his eighth birthday, I thought I would post one of his three original poems:

CRAZY SISTERS

I have crazy sisters
that yell, scream, and fight.
They never stop screaming.
If they hear this poem
they might just scream some
more.

--Wes Lynd

Happy birthday my little poet son!

Love,

Dad