A poem I wrote awhile ago

Pigs, Pigs Everywhere You Should See Them All

Once upon a day so long, a sweet little piggy was singing her song.

She sang for her Momma who passed away, her voice was soothing,

tranquil and gay.

She was born in a pigsty, her name was Fanny; she had brothers and sisters

and a loving old Granny.

Her Momma was tired she did not want to go,

She cried for her to stay as she prayed for her soul.

Fanny's Momma held on as long as she could, she nurtured them to health till she knew all was good.

Closing her eyes she heard voices calling, "come home now to heaven"

the pig angels were squalling.

Fanny sang from her heart to her mother above, a sweet serenade of a dear daughters love.



By: JvS © 2005 All Rights Reserved