The Neighbor's Kids

I have the privelage of being neighbor to three of the best kids in town. Every once in a while their mother needs something fixed at the house, and I can usually help out. Even though I am officially not their uncle, they've tagged me as "Uncle Pete" ...which is fine since I have 19 other nieces and nephews. I've always loved kids, and it seems that the affection is mutual. I have a lot of their art on my fridge...and here's a poem that my 12 year old neighbor girl wrote about me today...



‘PETE’

We have a neighbor named Pete,
He comes down for supper to eat.
He knows how to work most cheerfully,
And he knows how to tickle my brothers and me.

He knows how to get in the attic most high,
He knows how to work as the time flies by.
He’s also strong and tall indeed,
And where low ceilings are, he always takes heed.

He likes playing tag in the yard,
He puts together fans, for him it isn’t hard.
And then when our day is through,
He comes to the kitchen, for eating he loves to do.

And then when we’re done eating together,
We tell silly jokes to one another.
Then we play till there’s no more light,
Then we sleep only half the night!

-M V
Age 12
July 2007