REUTEMANN ROAD POEMS: OUR ISABEL

OUR ISABEL

We named her Isabel Damaris

For genial Grandma Belle Morgan

And one of the Mayflower daughters

Because she arrived on Thanksgiving,

But Izzy was never called Belle.

She played the French horn and soccer,

Built furniture, threw Raku pots,

Brought up a son with wife Beth,

Computed systems analyses,

And took to the woods in a tent.

She went on to home-groom pets

And cheer-lead her aging mother,

Who gives thanks every year

For Izzy’s affection and zest.

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