Nineteen-Sixty-Five Poem by jim foulk

What a year,
seems lke yesterday,
March 29,1965
is a day not
to forget.

My Wife Diana
and I had went
out to eat that night
awaken to a fire.

it was across
the alley from us
flames 100 feet high
fire trucks, oh so many.

We went back to
bed, but not for
long I'm afraid.

She went into labor
oh so much yelling
she did that night.

Diana's parents
lived downstairs,
they rushed us
to the hospital,

as we drove up
i looked up and
said this is
wrong hospital.

So he drove few
more blocks
we made it in time.

Placed her in wheel chair,
and into E.R.
I waited and paced
the floor, so many
smokes i had.

sometime later
in early AM doctor came and
told me it was
a girl.

Her dad said we
should call her
Christine, since
we could thank
Christ for getting
there safe.

So her name became
Christine Lynn Foulk
and I was so proud
to be a father
for first time.

Today March 29,2007,
Christine you are 42,
but will always
remember that
special day
so many years ago,
Happy birthday daughter.