I spoke at our seniors' club luncheon today about Echo and the joys of corrupting the youths. Before my talk, I sat at a table with a number of wonderful folks, including a delightful wiseacre perfectly named Walter J. Roob. At one point, Walter handed me a 20-year old sort-of business card, which looks kind of like a Mass card. (Foreshadowing?[I'm a jerk.]) On the front is a picture advertising his former photography business, which is one of those one-picture-looks-like-two depending on how you hold it..ugly hag in one direction ("Before Roob Photography") and good-looking gal in the other ("After Roob Photography"). On the reverse side is an original Roob poem, entitled "Huggin & Lovin." Enjoy.
Ever wonder what your hug can do?
You can help someone when they're blue.
Your hug can say "I love you so,"
Or "I hate to see you go."
Your hug can say "Hi again,"
"I love you," or "How've you been?"
Your hug can heal a hurt,
When a friend's been done some dirt.
Your hug has heavenly beauty about it.
You can hardly live without it.
Your hug delights, thrills, and charms.
That's why God gave you arms.
Hug and love your father and mother.
Show God's love to sister and brother.
Huggin's great with your grandpa.
It's even warmer with your grandma.
Little puppies and kittens, too,
Love lovin' and huggin' from you.
Every human being, slave or king,
Knows that huggin' is "The thing."
Language is no barrier with huggin'.
If God is Love, huggin' is lovin'.
See 'em, touch 'em, smell 'em, feel 'em.
Love 'em, thrill 'em, show 'em, heal 'em.
The Bible even tells of Jesus,
Laying on his hands to please us.
So reach out your arms, do it each day.
Start lovin' and huggin'. You know it's O.K.
5 comments:
soo... when i first saw the heading of this post i thought to myself "i wonder who wrote this one?" then i scrolled down to see that it was laskey... and i had to laugh a little. :)
but i like it mucho. thanks for sharing, sir.
i need a hug.
it was only the second-best poem i witnessed at st. dom's yesterday..one of our religious ed kids wrote one about st. paul that started:
st. paul, st. paul, how do you do?
do you miss being a jew?
priceless.
That St. Paul poem is pure gold.
hilarious. i'd love to hear the rest of the st. paul poem.
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