Let me tell you bout Charles Tekell
His mother did raise him very well.
He has a good wife she's sweet you see,
He loves his beautiful, kind Becky.
Everyone knows of his love to farm.
Rebekah Hill has been his right arm.
His love of the Lord is clear to all.
He is a deacon and serves in the hall.
His children number from one to five.
At Christmas his house, a bee hive.
Sandra and Kenneth and Tim and Scott,
I left out Kathi, I forgot.
The Lord has been so good to him.
He rises early when it's dim.
He plows and plants and grows sweet corn.
The tractor he drives is well worn.
Amount of friends show wealth so well.
There's none as rich as Charles Tekell.
Charles Tekell came through his surgery just fine. I wrote this poem on a scrap piece of paper while waiting for his surgery to finish. He is a really good man and has been a good friend to me.
We are heading for Henderson and it looks like Janie's dad will be in the nursing home for the weekend and then will return to the hospital for more tests. It seems he may have a problem with his throat that is keeping him from wanting to eat. God bless you.