In 1898 in Northern Ireland he was born,
He had an older brother, Warren.
Together they made imaginary lands
At their country house with few demands.
Sadly, his mom died when he was just ten,
In those days kids weren’t raised by men.
Off to boarding school he was sent,
Only summers at home were spent.
Reading and study he loved to do;
He became a professor of philosophy and English too.
He did not believe in God for years
Until he turned to him with tears.
He knew the Bible all was true
And began speaking about his faith so new.
On the radio and in books he told
That Jesus was worth far more than gold.
Those childhood stories came back to mind
In two different fantasy series he designed.
The one best known of Narnia tells
Where the lion Aslan sometimes dwells.
C.S. Lewis preferred to be called Jack.
Most of his friends were taken aback
When he married a woman named Joy
Who already had more than one little boy.
When Joy got cancer and died
C.S. Lewis truly cried.
He cared for sons Douglas and Dave
Until he joined her in the grave.
C.S. Lewis died at age sixty-five.
The “C” in his name stands for “Clive.”
His fantasy world begun in a wardrobe,
Now reaches all over the globe.
