It takes a long time to become young.
— Pablo Picasso
Welcome to my hundredth post, a different kind of fairy tale today,
dedicated to someone well loved
who turned one hundred last Friday.
He was grumpy, nearly blind, taking small steps with a walker,
but still his blessings outnumber his age:
1, 2, living at home, loved a ton, it’s true,
3, 4, great-grandchildren with glee, smile at the door,
5, 6, grandson fixing, moving wires, contriving to be helpful in the mix,
7, 8, 9, an elder throne, a comfy chair with full recline,
10, a son and daughter-in-law afar, skyping in the den,
20, 30, a daughter bearing gifts, pretty and flirty.
40, 50, pets to feed and stroke, warm and caring, nifty
60, 70, cabbage rolls and kibbe by his recipe made lovingly,
80, 90, 100, satisfied with life, not feeling dread,
101 is coming, willy nilly, don’t be silly, he can’t run!
We’ll hope to be there to share again in the fun.
We love you, Grandpa!
Here are his dog, Freckles, a sunset from his birthday and one perfect yellow rose from his garden:
And here’s a new video dedicated to this amazing man, whose magical long life is a fairy tale itself.
Copyright 2013 Brenda Davis Harsham