The Love Box

IT COULDN'T BE DONE

Somebody said that it couldn't be done,
But he with a chuckle replied
That "maybe it couldn't" but he would be one
Who wouldn't say so till he'd tried.
So he buckled right in with the trace of a grin
On his face.  If he worried he hid it.
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
That couldn't be done, and he did it.

Somebody scoffed: "Oh, you'll never do that;
At least no one ever has done it";
But he took off his coat and he took off his hat,
And the first thing we knew he'd begun it.
With a lift of his chin and a bit of a grin,
Without any doubting and quiddit,
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
That couldn't be done, and he did it!

There are thousands to tell  you it cannot be done.
There are thousands to prophesy failure;
There are thousands to point out to you, one by one,
The dangers that wait to assail you.
But just buckle in with a bit of a grin,
Just take off your coat and go to it:
Just start to sing as you tackle the thing
That "cannot be done," and you'll do it.
Edgar A. Guest-


My sister Michelle and her family put together a box for Jason.  When it arrived, I must admit I was humbled.  I was expecting a few treats and notes.  What he is receiving is a "Love Box."  It's filled it treats, small toys and quotes of encouragement.  So much love and thoughtfulness was put in to this box.  The box actually lifted my spirits, too!

The above poem was so appropriate for what Jason is going through.  A big thanks to the Jones family!  You made a tough week a little brighter!
Queen Mother