John Anderson, my Jo

By Robert Burns

John Anderson, my jo, John,

When we were first acquent,
Your locks were like the raven,
Your bonnie brow was brent;
But now your brow is beld, John,
Your locks are like the snow;
But blessings on your frosty pow,
John Anderson, my jo!

John Anderson, my jo, John,
We clamb the hill thegither;
And monie a canty day, John,
We've had wi' ane anither:
Now we maun totter down, John,
But hand in hand we'll go,
And sleep thegither at the foot,
John Anderson, my jo.

jo=sweetheart

brent=smooth,unwrinkled

beld=bald

pow=pate

canty=cheerful

My Uncle Jimmy told me about this poem. John is fair and brand-new but I can imagine that when he is 80 his wife thinking something like this. Plus he is my jo too!

Blue Strips

More photos of my son. Aren't the slippers awesome. They are alpaca brought over by my little brother from Peru.

John Curtis

We are so happy that John is here. He was born on the 14th and he weighed 6.15 (one ounce more then Clara) and was 20 inches long (one inch shorter.) I think he is good looking and a sweetheart. The delivery went so well. However, by Sunday he had a high levels of bilirouben in his blood and was taken to pediatrics to be put under the bili-lights. I was discharged Sunday at midnight. Monday morning was terrible. I was achy, weepy, exhausted and put into a closet/cave all alone with my son looking all blue because of the lights. Mom rescued me my noon and by that evening I was rested enough to feed him properly. Drama is still continuing. Today his level is still high and we will have to get it checked again. I love John so much and I am very grateful for all the help we have received.

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