Nelma Merlau. Mar 13th

 

   Should never tell a lady’s age,                                                         

E’en when it does excel,

Though oft’ ’tis said, by bard and sage,                                 

Permission’s given, to tell.                                    

   The year in question, ’35,                                                                                                The nineteen hundreds, too,                                                                                                 A newborn babe did breathe her first,                                                                           She did arrive, on cue.                                           

   Delighted parents said ‘’At last,                                                                                                 A gift, from God above,                                                                                                         A beautiful, adoring child,                                                                                                      One we can truly love’’.                                         

   Her childhood, teen years, disappeared,                                                                       Her working years, fast, flew,                                                                                                    By keeping busy, Henry's farm,                                                                                      Her husband, plus kids, few.                                 

   Three boys were blest to call her ''Mom".                                                                That's Joseph, Mark and Steve,                                                                                          A hostess extraordinary,                                                                                                         They ate well, I believe.                                          

   Aft' Henry passed, she sold their farm,                                                                            To Wellesley, moved she,                                                                                                 Her faith, so strong in God's true love,                                                                        Help her survive, did He.                                                                                                

   Quite musical, she is, we're told,         

Her fingers quite agile, 

Along the keyboard, when she'd play   

For ladies; with great style. 

   Most likely due to her strong faith, 

A SPECIAL talent, has, 

To listen t'others stories,                                                    

Non-judgemental or bias.

   A care for others, she displays,    

In mission fields, afar,     

Her selfless heart, has MANY helped,

She'd over reach the bar.

   And with her busy-ness in life,     

The years, they sped, so fast,    

Retirement beckoned, in a blink,   

And quite soon, MORE had past.

   ’Tis hard t’believe, those years so vast

Have rapidly, flown by,

So now, together, we unite  

And greetings, amplify.

   So HAPPY BIRTHDAY Nelma,         

You’re loved by all around, 

Your 'Generations' family.  

Send greetings, that abound.

Nelma's response a few days later.

Our Colin is a poet, just ask him for a rhyme,

And he will soon oblige you, each and every time.

So on this special birthday,

They asked a rhyme or two,

On ninety years of living,

So long and so sort, too.

So Thank you Colin, for your skill,

Your "versifying" art,

I say a special "Thank-You"

From the bottom of my heart.