Thank-you, dear Lord, for my son, Jon.
I miss him so much now that he is gone.
But, You were so good to have given him
A sweet understanding of his mother's whims,
And a heart so kind, so generous, so big
That he conspired to buy me this flying pig:
Did you notice the pig, Lord?
But, it's the giver not the gift I'm thanking You for.
See Your good work, Lord?
My son, Jonathan Charles, a prince among men --
He's handsome, he's charming -- he even calls home now and then!
But the thing I love about Jon the most
Is that I'm sure he won't mind
(Or at least he'd be resigned)
That we decided to name the pig
On a whim.
|Jonathan Charles, son number three|
Dearest Lord, thank-you for this young man,
Who also waits for them to land.
|Juan Carlos, the yard-art flying pig|
Because we never get tired of dreaming the impossible dream.