Dear Donna

Here is your morning greeting
        That you can read while you are eating
                And it says I wish you well
If this rhymes like I'm a poet
        Don't let anybody know it
                For then perhaps my head would swell

Yet for you I keep on hoping
        That you are really coping
                While in the house you're stuck
Now should you life seem discouraging
        May this be seen as encouraging
                May your stroke become a stroke of luck

The hardest thing I find
        Is dealing with my mind
                When all that I can do is wait
Think of all you can do
        And never what you can't do
                And never yourself berate

And may it not be long
        `Till you sing a different song
                Because nothing can defeat you
As once again people you will find
        Will be very thoughtful and kind
                And the Devil himself can't beat you

Love, Dad