OUR LITTLE NEW BORN BABY
by Naomi Brown
I have a little brother,
He’s a new born baby boy
Such a happy, healthy baby
To the Cannons, he’s a joy!
As a child, he wasn’t lonely....
Seven sisters, five brothers, too...
They all made up the Cannon Clan,
Thirteen kids were in this crew.
They grew and scattered all around,
Our baby’s in New York City.
He established quite a following,
That’s why I write this ditty.
Steve is always on the go...
He rarely is at home,
Everyone wants a part of him,
He’s almost never all alone.
We wonder where he is sometimes,
Maybe Phoebe or Tracie might know.
Engaged in a lively discussion,
Can’t tell where he might go.
Checking on my email,
I was quite dismayed to see
That Steve fell down and broke his hip,
This is a definite concern to me.
Steve’s now in rehab, doing fine
Although his hip was broke.
He laughed during our conversation,
Taking it as his latest joke!
Do you know my baby brother?
Steve Cannon is his name.
But Steve’s not a tiny baby;
He’s now a full grown man.
He thinks that he’s a New Yorker
But New Orleans has a bigger claim.
His ancestry and genealogy
Both contributed to his fame.
Steve’s a writer and a poet,
A novelist and teacher, too,
Founder and publisher of a magazine,
And still he is not through.
He still puts pen to paper
But his pen’s in another’s hand.
Steve has been blind for decades.
This has never stopped this man.
He needs no tea or sympathy
His life is really full.
Steve Cannon is to be admired,
You can bet that there’s no bull.
“Blind Professor of the East Side”.
That’s how he is fondly known.
When I think of his accomplishments,
My mind is completely blown!
You think, “ That,s just Steve’s sister.
Who’s so generous with praise”.
But folks at “A Gathering of the Tribes”,
All agree in a thousand ways!