Two and a Half

God said "I think I have a mold.
It's hardly used it's almost new.
I saved it for a special child
After its use for Amy Sue."

He found the form and dusted it,
Stored thirty years, a little grime.
He had the angels clean it well,
To waste it would have been a crime.

He said, "This made one faultless child,
Good for another one I know."
A few small changes and behold
Our perfect little Hannah Jo.

The eyes the same as Mother's are,
The dark of hair, the dimpled cheek.
The happy laugh, the lovely smile;
And yet she is a bit unique.

He sighed and broke the mold in two,
"The world deserves no more you know.
Two masterpieces quite enough;
Sweet Amy Sue and Hannah Jo."

When she is a bit older, she
Will read this poem and perhaps laugh
At her great-grandma's fantasy;
When Hannah was two and a half.

Joyce Johnson 07/30/03