At the first of the month, this lovely lady reached half a century.
What a champ.
I'm sad you’re on the other side of the world Mum, but when you return-
we shall par-tay.
Handel's Messiah, Davies Symphony Hall, 2012
Back when I was nine up until I was about fifteen, I would
hand-make birthday cards for my family. It included a heartfelt limerick,
telling why I thought this person was special and expressing my thankfulness
for their existence, and of course, merriment for their birthday. I don’t
remember consciously saying to myself “I will no longer do this” but for some
reason (getting older and being too busy), I stopped. Sad really. Because even
though my poems were a little cheesy, it was meaningful. So I will consciously
say now, “ I will start doing this again”. I will start writing more meaningful
letters and cards and emails. (once soon coming your way...maybe...)
A few weeks ago, I attended a retreat in which we studied the
Psalms and poetry. We were encouraged to write and share our poems. Even though
my poem was terrible (not very poetic), the exercise rekindled my love and joy
for writing poems. Here goes one for Mom's 50th Birthday...!!!
She Turned Fifty
She's the one I can always talk to
She's always has a second to spare
She jokes about being third wheel
Her four letter word is " I don't give a CARE"
She turned Fifty
That's pretty nifty
And quite the feat
Fighting hard, for so long
Never falling to defeat
She loves to bless others
When her cup overflows
And when it is not bountiful
Her thoughtfulness still shows
She turned Fifty
That's pretty nifty
And quite the feat
In the midst of chaos
She's still calm and neat
She taught me to be straightforward
"No one wants to hear your excuses or complaints"
"Stand your ground, don't let people sway you"
For she was sure I would crumble and wane
"Get to the point" and "Have some class"
She would always say
Striving for truth and efficiency
In the most ladylike way
She turned Fifty
That's pretty nifty
And quite the feat
Teaching us lessons and hoped those mistakes
We would never repeat
She knows how to have a good laugh
For hers is easy to distinguish
It is one that neither trial or pain
Can ever diminish
She turned Fifty
That's pretty nifty
And quite the feat
Always prepared for the obstacles
Along the road we might meet
She is humble and strong
She is bold yet tender
A shoulder to cry on
Her hug is truly a render
Despite criticism and gossip
She had courage to do what was right
At the foot of the cross, praying to Him
For patience, wisdom, and might
She turned Fifty
That's pretty nifty
And quite the feat
We will soon properly celebrate
It will be quite the treat
I Love my Mum.
Cheers!
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