"The Dearest Mortals"

 Good morning out there!  

I've been trying to sit down for over a week and write this story. I have my Kleenexes and told Jim the story I was going to share today...no interruptions! 

 I'm sharing a poem that was written for me when I was about six months old and in the hospital with pneumonia. We lived in a small town and the people really cared about each other. I wasn't even two years old when we moved away, but memories and stories were shared and some of those friendships remained strong throughout the years. 

I've shared how the people blessed my family with a baby shower when I was adopted, the story about the banker, the story about the sweetest cards, etc. My dad was a high school teacher at that time and he also drove the school bus. 

The young man who wrote this poem had just finished his freshman year of high school. (1964) I came across the envelope it was in as I was going through some old pictures and memorabilia. I hadn't read the poem in years. The poem is written in cursive, on notebook paper. The faded print on the small, white envelope simply says, Sharla Kay. 

I share this beautiful poem for all the precious babies in this old world. To all the babies who are planned and to all the babies who are unplanned. To the babies still in their mother's wombs and to the babies who have been born. You are all:

"The Dearest Mortals"

The dearest mortals on this old earth

Are all the babes, both sweet and dear

The ones who grant this world its mirth

We'd feel quite lost if they were not here.

Babies are made of pure, sweet love

As clean and white as the purest dove

The little dears are all so nice

They give this old world a lot of spice.

Babies never anyone's feelings hurt

Babies never utter an unkind word

Nor do they do an unkind deed

And when they do a real smart trick

Their parent's pride is like that of a steed.

The little emblems of God's dear love

Rest sweetly, securely in His arm

Someday will go to Him above

And eternally be kept from all harm.

Yes, we must all agree

That if we looked for eternity

In and out of life's many portals

We could not find a more perfect mortal creation

For babies are the Dearest Mortals.

But of all these precious mortals

Who in their cradles lay

There are none sweeter

Than your Sharla Kay

Get Well Soon!

This isn't much, but it's the best I could do,

 so please accept it with feeling of love and friendship for all of you.

Love, Danny Martin

When I found this poem I knew I needed to share it. I wanted to share it in honor of his memory. 

Danny was killed in a car accident when I was six years old. May he rest in peace.

Hug your spouse! Hug your kids! Hug your grandkids! Be thankful for another day! Go out and be a light to others! 

Peace and blessings to you and yours,

 near and far, wherever you are!

Bye for now, Sharla