A Family For Ian Hiccups and sneezes and things out there, What do you see, my bright eyed boy? Two brothers to greet you, one creamy, one crunchy, both into peanut butter and big wheels and hot wheels and cart wheels and falling down and much, much more too new for you to know, though know you will. The big furry with the wet tongue, the little furry with the noisy bark, the littlest furry with the tickly whiskers. A big sister who feels like Mom but doesn't work. Mom, who has it all and does it all. Dad, who does most of it too but feels lots lumpier. And once a week a big room full of people full of talk. They are your bigger family, Ian Wesley, something to understand not today, but tomorrow.
R. W. Park
(Published in the Feb. 8, 1983 issue of Prairie Fire, newsletter of | ||