Here's an untitled poem found in Gene's notebooks sandwiched between a poem composed in 2005 and a meditation composed in 2003. Any occasion could become a reason for Gene to compose a poem. Many people who received cards or letters from him would find a poem or meditation with them in mind.
This poem was written for Lynn's birthday, which is today... and found it's way to the inside leaf of a birthday card one year...signed as always, "Mother and Daddy"
Little girl who just arrived
So tiny, helpless and O so fair.
I quickly counted your fingers and toes
And noted the color of your hair.
I looked for teeth
But there wasn't any
I looked again at your fingers and toes
There were tiny nails aplenty.
God, why did you send us a little girl?
Why not another boy?
God answered, "I made her for you.
She will be better than any toy."
What shall we call her we wondered.
Carol Lynn seemed to fit her fine.
When she cried it sounded like a song,
And she smelled like ancient wine.
Thank you God, for a little girl
Sent from Heaven to be with us,
To warm our hearts a little more
And be a sister to brother Russ.
Fairest of the fair she grew
Cherished by brothers and Mom and Dad
Sent to us as a perfect gift
A precious girl to make our hearts glad.
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