Baby Bobby's Ghost of Christmas Never Was #smallpoems
Every Christmas I set out to write a poem to my nephew, Robert Francis McVerry, JR. Each year I say I am gonna write about all the cool things Baby Bobby did with his cousins that year. Tell the fiction we all know would be true. Every year I can not. Instead I return to the ghost Dicken's forgot. The "Ghost of Christmas Never Was." A specter seeing the unse
Greg McVerry