ode to beverly Cleary
Childhood memories abound
and then I look around
to picture my old neighborhood now so far away
I ask the visions of then to stay
Nostalgia remembers all the faces
and all the wonderful places
we would walk to without fear
because everyone knew your name
But Beverly now things have changed so much
we can no longer hand shake or even touch
Now many eyes are always filled with tears
and We the kids that loved your books
ask if anything will ever be the same
I once thought I would meet Ramona
because she was so real to me
The girl everyone said was a pest
but for me she was the best.
Beverly, you’ve given us all so much joy;
for me, your books were better than a toy.
I passed down Dear. Mr. Henshaw
to so many of the kids I knew
some of your stories still ring true.
So today I get to write about a writer
I have loved so dear
throughout so many years
And soon my grandchildren
will get to know you too.
Rest in Peace!