Since youngest son of six, I am, An uncle, at age nine, I recall many times, my folk Had 'baby sitting' time. The eldest nephew, had toy dog, A 'comforter' for he, His 'Wowie', with him everywhere, Wherever he would be. Out visiting grandparents With his dear Mum and dad, 'Wowie' would go with him, Thankfully, t'was a fad. As years went by, the 'wowie' To pieces, fell apart, 'Til only one ear, lasting, Still held it, close to heart. So "part of wowie" kept him, Subdued, happy and calm, Something, he could hold to, It eased his sense of qualm. In life, we have a "Comforter" Beside us every hour, Christ, sent to us, THE "Comforter" To us, He is strong tower. Can depend on Him fully, He'll always have your end, With inner voice, call to him, HE's your reliable friend.
Poetry I have composed throughout the years. Some specifically for people, others for printing in anthologies