Doctor Una Belle

It’s ‘Live to ride and ride to live’,

The Harley slogan’s what he did;

With chaps and gloves and helmet too,

Set out for shop, route seven two.

 

He’d never reach his destiny,

Was wrecked on seven forty three;

With body broken, bike destroyed,

The traffic stopped and nerds annoyed.

 

Doctors and nurses did attend,

To help his body heal and mend;

An IV here, a cast down there;

Back open gowns, no underwear!

 

His life was spared by God above,

To spend more time with those he loves;

No cross with name along the road,

He has returned to his abode.

 

There’s something missing in this plan,

To patch him good as new again;

Those plates and screws can do so much,

He needs a little baby’s touch.

 

His countenance began to glow,

The day that grand baby did show;

No medicine could make him well,

Like seeing baby Una Belle.

~By Robert Byler, Una's Great Uncle/ My Dad's Bother

8-21-09