Little Mr. Butterball

Margaret
One of the middle sisters
on my mother's side
Liked to laugh
And it didn’t take much
To get her going

And for some reason
My younger brother
Who she called
Little Mr. Butterball
Made her laugh the most

Especially, when he did his silly
Little vaudeville act
Which was nothing more
Than a spontaneous
Wiggly dance
and s series of funny faces -

When my Aunt was in her early twenties
She had baby boy
But put it up for adoption

Twenty years later
Her son found her
And wrote
Asking if he could meet her

They met and things
seemed to be going well
But then he blew his brains out in the woods
Somewhere in New Jersey

But in spite of the tragedy
She pulled through
Mostly Because
She she liked to laugh

Especially, at the antics
Of my brother
Little Mr. Butterball