Poor Dead Bob (sung to Three Blind Mice, more or less)

Poor Dead Bob. Poor Dead Bob.
See how he runs. Not at all.
He lays so still on the side of the road,
Not moving a muscle at all.
I guess he should have watched out for the car.
Poor Dead Bob. Poor Dead Bob.

Three Blind Mice. Three Blind Mice.
See how they run. See how they run.
They all run after the farmers wife,
Who cut off their tails with a carving knife.
Did you ever see such a site in your life.
Three Blind Mice. Three Blind Mice.

It fits well in my own way. We made this up after Marissa ran over a skunk while driving on Washington to pick up Xander for seminary. It probably happened the fall semester of 2018, soon after she received her permit, but I don't know the exact date.

The Resiliency of Two

 It started like a normal day
They all start like that
My family
And my neighbor
In the backyard for dinner cooked over the fire

My little sisters playing as little sisters do
Having fun
The baby with them - but she's not a baby
Not anymore
But she's the youngest, so
Even though she's two now, she's still the baby

Everything was going fine
Until she fell
Forward
Into the firepit
And screamed

I wasn't there
I didn't see it happen
I only heard about it later
I never saw what her hands looked like
Burned, blistered
I only saw them covered in bandages
She wouldn't use them
Because it hurt, or because she was scared
We weren't sure

While the bandages were on
She was fine
But when the bandages had to e changed
She remembered, and it hurt again
She was brave, though
She held so still
Surprised us with the things she said
Things like, "holy crap!"
When did she learn to say that?
We laughed

She healed fast
Pink, new skin where the old had burned away
Delicate, tender, but healing
And then she could suck her thumb again
A small thing, but we rejoiced
She could sleep easier
And she wasn't scared to hurt it more

Now you wouldn't even know
Nothing more than scars
And even those are fading
Will probably disappear completely
With time
I have often watched her in awe
She has recovered well
And I wonder
At the resiliency of two

By Emily Roy

(She wrote this yesterday for her Young Adult Literature class at Delta.)