Jacob, sweet Jacob you are more precious than you know
Each day you grow as marvelous
as any red-haired he can grow.
I like your spins, I like your snickles,
I like your dins, I like your squiggles
What else could there be to like?
Your toes? Your ears?
Your two-wheeled bike?
I even think I like your likes.
Love,
Auntie Jen
Jacob, draft no. 1
Jacob, sweet Jacob, you are more precious than
you know
I’m sorry because your sister is a girl you
get second in tow…
It doesn’t mean at all you are not blessed you
know
It hardly means anything except that you are
free to be as wonderful,
as marvelous as any red haired he can be
I like your spins, I like your snickles,
I like your dins I like your scribbles
[squiggles?]
I like your hair I like your giggles
What else is there to like? Your toes? Your
ears? Your bike?
I even think I like your likes
