Because of an editorial error, the poem below was printed with the wrong first name for the author, we are reprinting this poem with the correct author's name.
SHERRY BABY
Driving to the nursing home
Ian, Eric, Mommy, Aunty, and me
Anxious, scared, feeling blue
Going to see my Grandpa.
Looking at him in the bed
Clutching my CD
Looking for the CD player
Ah, it's over here.
Putting it in
Pressing play
Music in our ears.
Grandpa's smiling
We are laughing
But crying at the same time.
Soon he died
But we still
Remember him
By the song.
