In Honor of my brother Tom's 75th Birthday, I have transcribed the poem our dad wrote to commemorate his birth.
Happy Birthday Tom!!
It was on
the afternoon of December sixth,
That the
arrival of Thomas Michael had been fixed.
But too far
ahead of the story I am getting you see,
For I had
meant to tell is just as it happened to be.
It was a
cold morning, one of dark skies and light rain,
The only
thing we thought important was Connery departure by train.
Momsie and
Pops were going to Florida to see Ellie you know,
They also
had in mind the sun so hot and the lack of cold snow.
I arrived
home from work about a quarter to ten,
the reason
being , that it was raining again.
Betty was in
the basement doing her wash in her machine so fine,
I went down
to give her a hand, especially with the things that were mine.
All of a
sudden she said “Don, I don’t feel so well.”
I said “darling,
come up stairs and sit down for a spell”.
We went
upstairs and decided after all,
To give Doc
Carey the long awaited call.
I said Betty
to 4140 I must go to say good by,
Because we
have many things to do and time will fly.
After
telling Ma and Pa good by, and to have a nice trip,
Down on
Washington Blvd. I met Doc Carey and his black grip.
I said, “Doc
old boy, from your office don’t stay away,
as my loving
wife will be your patient today.”
I then
called Pauline, who was sweet to say,
that she
would stay with Donna till later that day.
Betty and I
then in my car started West,
To complete
the doings for the things we were blessed.
After arriving
at the Hospital, and starting Betty on the way,
up and down
the hall I wandered with my lange chest on display.
After
waiting for about and out there in the cold hall,
over the loud
speaker my name they did call.
Into the
delivery room I then dashed like a kid,
For I was
anxious to see just hoe good a job we had did.
Betty was
happy to hear it was a boy,
But there
was no holding me, overloaded with joy.
Betty looked
fine, although tired and weak,
It was at
this time I decided things no longer looked bleak.
I then ran
to the phone and started my calls of pride,
It seems you
just want all to know that your son’s at your side.
The first I
did call was my mother, who was on the job in our home,
But it seems
that there was no answer, now why should mother roam.
Dorothy then
heard from me that it was a boy.
Congratulations
to both of you, we shall share your joy.
Then I
called Pauline, I was still busting with pride,
I asked her
to tell the others before their long ride.
Back in the
room with Betty, things were peaceful and quiet,
We both just
relaxed, there was no longer a riot.
After
sitting there talking, we decided the name should then be,
Thomas Michael
Hansen sounded plenty good to Betty and me.
It is now
growing late so the door I must close,
Leaving Betty and Tommy is a sleepy repose.