Work and fun,
For this old one,
On the 11th errands finally dead,
After Heather’s treat of bluerberry pancake breakfast for a startl.
Return to home and mailbox,
Package from daughter in Oregon,
Books, cards and early bed for this son.
The 12th was early food preparation,
For afternoon Birthday Open House,
On the dot family showed up as a nation,
Far be it from me to grouse,
Over this operation.
Wall to wall Moms and Dads,
Little great grands galore,
Weather reasonable not bad,
Balls and sticks and playthings more,
With Dads in turn playing and glad,
To prevent childish gore.
I’ll just show two,
Cake of course,
Blue for sky, green for leaves, white for clouds, yellow for spring flowers,
Ain’t a horse,
But to my taste by the powers !
Most precious treasure of our relations
The great grands,
By great grandpa, taking their stations.
I’m surprised my left hand, arm and wrist held out this long.
They’re hurtin for certain now. Guess Kelli and Bonnie will
have to keep on as reporters of my doings yet, God Willing.