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The first time Stanley saw Sara,
He fell head over heels in love,
Since he'd never felt that way before
He didn't know what it was.

They met at the state institution,
Their wit, though slow, was not gone,
They both had a gentle demeanor
That was special and not put on.

Each had been brilliant when younger,
But severe illness had taken a toll,
In body, they properly aged,
But, in mind, they would never grow old.

Everything favored their meeting,
Their paths crossed every day,
It was only a question of time,
Till one would have something to say.

At last the day came when Stanley felt brave,
And he found the courage to speak,
"I'm Thtanley," he lisped, grinning broadly,
Then turned and looked down at his feet.

"I'm Thara," she, too, spoke with a lisp,
And she, too, looked down at her shoes,
"Pleathed to meetcha,' I'm sure," said Stanley,
Not used to girl howdy-do's.

They both stammered and stuttered a bit,
But a conversation began,
"I'm theventeen," she volunteered,
"I'm eighteen," he bragged, "I'm a man."

Then he said, "You're tho pretty, Thara."
Said Sara, "I think you are, too."
Stanley laughed, "You're tho thilly, Thara,
A man can't be pretty like you."

Now, they were both embarrassed,
And in different directions they fled,
But their next encounter was smoother,
And they both stood and heard what each said.

They looked forward to these meetings,
And bit by bit their friendship grew,
One day Stanley squeezed Sara's hand,
And said, "Thara, I sure love you."

Eventually Stanley proposed,
Sara agreed, and they set a date,
Both of their folks were greatly opposed,
But they did not want to wait.

Of course, their parents meant well,
But the good Lord had other plans,
Sara and Stanley needed each other,
And their parents needed to understand.

The day finally arrived,
When Sara and Stanley were wed,
"I love you, Thara," said Stanley,
"And, I love you back," she said.

The state found them a place to live,
The institute taught them how to survive,
Though the living they made was meager,
It kept them content and alive.

They worked hard, and they loved each other,
Neither asked for more than that,
So simple their wants and their wishes,
Their blessings, indeed, overlapped.

And blest, for sure, they were,
For soon appeared a bundle of joy,
They named him Sam, their little lamb,
A beautiful, healthy boy.

"Tham ith tho pretty," said Sara,
As she hugged him to her heart,
"Yeth, he ith," agreed Stanley,
"Oh, Thara, I hope he ith thmart."

Well, smart he was, and smart he grew,
As he became a man,
A famous, respected psychiatrist
Was the calling for baby Sam.

He treated many mental conditions,
He had a special touch and skill,
Sara and Stanley were very proud,
But God was prouder still.

God had a plan for a man named Sam,
Which He had made long ago,
Sara and Stanley were part of that plan,
Although they did not know.

When Stanley said, "You're tho pretty, Thara,"
Was when God's plan began,
And when Sara said, "Tho are you, Thtanley,"
That was God's cue for Doctor Sam.

Virginia (Ginny) Ellis
Copyright March 2004

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