[My Aunt Pam lamented that she didn't have a poem...so Dad delivered. *smile* - Heather]
I thought that I would never see
A Pam as lovely as a tree.
A tree that shelters robin's nest;
A Pam whose children call her blest;
A tree that looks at God all day;
A Pam who lifts her arms to pray;
A tree whose shade helps summer bear;
A Pam whose smile is always there,
Who, like a tree, does not complain;
When life’s warm sun gives way to rain.
Most folks are simple fools like me,
But you, Pam, God made like a tree.
This poetry is posted by Bob's daughter, Heather...and on rare occasions by Bob himself. Please note that most poetry gets added retroactively. This can no doubt be confusing for readers, but is better for historical accuracy!
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