SHE-WALKS-SHE-FALLS-DOWN-SHE-CRIES

(February 25, 1993)

She-Walks-She-Falls-Down-She-Cries,

    is a name she was once known by.

Her correct name is Eva Marie Rose,

    my baby sister, whose patience I could always try.

John Wilson gave her this crazy name,

    when she was a very small child.

Trying to keep up with older brothers & sisters,

    as a toddler she fell down a lot and cried.

Her walking has greatly improved as well it should,

    since now she is forty-five.

Because I am publicizing this face,

    I will be lucky to escape her wrath alive.

She now drives a truck an eighteen wheeler,

    to earn her living, if you can believe it.

She and her husband Ray are a team, they drive

    most every day, no matter how crummy the street.

Her four children are Faith, Charity, Grant, and Christian.

    and she has done a great job of raising them.

Her family has moved so many times, I swear

    it's hare even for the post office to locate 'em.

Her hair started to turn grey at sixteen,

    but she has colored it so much,

Information on what color it really is,

    even her hairdresser won't divulge.

I am not her favorite sibling,

    but then why should I be?

I was the the one who often tipped her out of her

    bassinet when she was just a baby.

Eva, you have turned into a marvelous adult,

    which is not surprising to see.

You get all your best characteristics

    from your sister Lou Ann & of course most of all from me.

This poem is to celebrate your birthday,

    but one thing I must know about,

Isn't it time to tell the truth, and end the argument,

    "Wasn't it your turn to turn the light out?"

Happy birthday, little Sis,

    Having you to argue with  is what I often miss.

Many Happy Returns of the Day,

    May your delightful smile never ever go away.