She got up that morning - wondering,
About all the things that made
her sad
And all the things that made
her mad
She put them in a big black
hat,
Counting…one…two…three….
Then she saw her child
And saw her friends and the
love that
She knew would never end,
And she put them in a big
white hat,
Counting…one…two…three..
And when she stood and
looked at that
The good, the bad and the
big tall hat
There were more of all the
good things there,
And she had to smile at
that.
bobby stevenson 2016
wee bobby
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