Our mother passed...
When I was only a child...
Our father needed help...
We were growing up wild...

There were seven of us...
We stood together like a team...
No matter who father hired...
We were too much, it would seem...

Then, early one morning...
There was a knock at the door...
My father seemed pleased...
He would look no more...

She was so, so pretty...
She was so much fun...
We all fell hard for her...
But she was a nun...

She brought to our family...
A much-needed grace...
She was so much more...
Than just a pretty face...

She was so, so sweet...
She often acted silly...
She was just as perfect...
As a pure white Lilly...

She sang like an angel...
And she could dance...
But we never saw her...
Wearing long pants...

She was so, so pretty...
She was so much fun...
We all fell hard for her...
But she was a nun...

Even our lonely father...
Endured a heartfelt wrestle...
She was truly, truly indeed...
Something very, very special...

The connection was real...
She felt the identical pull...
She began to question herself...
As her heart became full...

She felt so confused...
What of her Heavenly summon...
Because all of a sudden...
She felt like a beautiful woman...

How could this be happening...
Because she was a nun...
But then she married our father...
And we all became as one...

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My Wonder Years: A Book