PART TWO of my poem for Mama

Double space refuses to come out. What's that thunderous noise on the roof? Santa Claus? Rudolph? Aunt Ethel? DAD ! Dont be shy. Lookin' good, Dad, after that cancer scare where we thought we'd lose you. And did. Go ahead and kiss your wife. She won't mind. Who's that barking outside? Ellen, go bring him in. He keeps running away, fathering baby Trissies. Kisses ! 92 kisses for our beloved mother Bernice Begis Greenwold. What a name! I promise to name my next child Bernice in your honor.