Mom saved our best school papers. I got an "A" for this poem in second grade. It was written in childish printing with correct spelling. Glad she saved it.

You can hear the rhythm. My immediate family was six, left-handed musicians and artists.

Lying in bed imagining a sausage running, I was laughing as I made up this poem:

I saw a sausage running around the street
He had itsy bitsy feet

He ran around and around and around
And he jumped from the windowsill onto the ground

I was amazed at the things he could do
He could even tie his tiny shoe

That night when he went to bed
He turned a somersault and fell on his head.

Photo: Lake Michigan vacation with my siblings. I'm on the left.