That is not me pictured in the recent “LitComs” standing with Bill Stankiewicz and my daughter, Erin Meyers. It is Dr. Robert Hoyt -- Moore Chair, Professor of Risk Management and Insurance and Department Head, Terry College of Business, University of Georgia.
I’m not sure it matters, but attached is a picture that includes Erin, Jan and me. It was taken a few weeks ago at one of Erin’s fast pitch softball games. Erin has accepted an insurance advisory internship with KPMG for the summer.
Just in time for springtime -- the following poem is one that I wrote for Erin a number of years ago. It might help create some new memories for those with children to mentor and remind all of us that the younger generation needs to learn to “fly”.
LITTLE BABY BLUEBIRD
by DAD
for Erin Meyers
Little Baby Bluebird slipped out of her nest,
“If I hit the ground,” she squeaked, “I’ll be such a mess!”
She had never tried to fly, never flapped her wings,
Now she had no time to practice birdie flying things.
She spread her wings and felt the wind tickle at her tummy,
Afraid she’d never get back home, she cried, “I want my mummy!”
The wind was blowing her about; a gust gave her a flip,
She did a midair somersault with a little dip.
Looking at the ground, she squawked, “I am much too high!”
Twirling past the tree tops she was heading for the sky.
Skyward past the floating clouds, she had to head down soon,
Or her next place would be in space nesting on the moon.
Now at last the wind did change and she went flapping down,
Her only problem was she’d never landed on the ground.
She hit the ground with a thump, went tumbling to a rest,
Standing up, she chirped aloud, “I’m walking to my nest!”
Mama Bluebird’s Secret:
Baby Bluebird did not “slip” out from her nest that day;
A little wind from Mama’s wings sent Baby on her way!
