What a year, <br />seems lke yesterday, <br />March 29,1965 <br />is a day not <br />to forget. <br /> <br />My Wife Diana <br />and I had went <br />out to eat that night <br />awaken to a fire. <br /> <br />it was across <br />the alley from us <br />flames 100 feet high <br />fire trucks, oh so many. <br /> <br />We went back to <br />bed, but not for <br />long I'm afraid. <br /> <br />She went into labor <br />oh so much yelling <br />she did that night. <br /> <br />Diana's parents <br />lived downstairs, <br />they rushed us <br />to the hospital, <br /> <br />as we drove up <br />i looked up and <br />said this is <br />wrong hospital. <br /> <br />So he drove few <br />more blocks <br />we made it in time. <br /> <br />Placed her in wheel chair, <br />and into E.R. <br />I waited and paced <br />the floor, so many <br />smokes i had. <br /> <br />sometime later <br />in early AM doctor came and <br />told me it was <br />a girl. <br /> <br />Her dad said we <br />should call her <br />Christine, since <br />we could thank <br />Christ for getting <br />there safe. <br /> <br />So her name became <br />Christine Lynn Foulk <br />and I was so proud <br />to be a father <br />for first time. <br /> <br />Today March 29,2007, <br />Christine you are 42, <br />but will always <br />remember that <br />special day <br />so many years ago, <br />Happy birthday daughter.<br /><br />jim foulk<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nineteen-sixty-five/
