Uncle Filbert Poem by cheryl davis miller

I once had an uncle Filbert
part of the family
He loved to bounce us children
upon his bony knee.

He'd rub his chin against our necks
to give us a beard burn.
We'd run and hide to get away
let someone take our turn.

We all thought it was innocent
though never thought it fun.
Until our Daddy caught him and
then shot him with his gun.

So I never cared for filberts
preferred a hazelnut.
Cause you see Uncle Filbert had
thought me his favorite.



cheryl davis miller 10/15/16