Thursday, April 23, 2009

Birthday Poem for Mom

-Ode to Aileen -


As it's your 80th birthday
Let's face it, Aileen, you're old
We all agree that it is time
You had your story told


First you had a little girl
And you called her Hazel Louise
Then two more, Maurice and Patsy Carol
And already you had three


Like Oliver Twist you wanted more
So who was next to arrive
Two more, Janice Faye and Linda Sue
The number's up to five


By now the stork was so worn out
On more he couldn’t say
As encouragement you gave him Rita June
And then came Sharon Kay


Of course Kay says she's the best
You'd produced seven times before
But in truth the stork took a look at her
Then he said, “No wait, there’s more!”


Just one more to complete the brood
And Robert Wayne came along
Finally another boy
The brother Maurice had waited for so long



You've been a busy lady
For life, you had a thirst
Giving your all for your kids
And always putting them first


But now that you've reached eighty
You're content and so serene
This comes with love from all of us
A product of your genes


And your whole extended family
On your birthday we’ll have a ball
Aileen, you're a treasured gem,
So very precious to us all.


Now your story doesn’t end here
There are many roots from your tree
Is it possible to name them all?
Well let’s just try and see…


Shelly, David, Shawn and Jason,
Jamie, Mike and Jeremy
Matthew, Melissa, Beth and, Becky,
Then Myndi with Megan makes thirteen.


Now we can’t forget little Janie & Lukas
With the addition of this little team
It brings the total grandkids
Up to a whopping fifteen


Now let’s not leave out the little sprouts
Who’ve sprung up quite briskly
With these tiny family offshoots
Your roots are spreading so pleasantly

Of this group of Great Grand-Sprouts
The list will most surely grow
But for now we will try to name them
There are many, so here we go


The first few sprouts to come along
Were Jackie, Eric and Stephanie
Now Sydney, Perri, and Erica
Jason Jr., Alex and Haylee


The sprouts continue spreading
With Tanner, Paul, Logan, Zoey and Abby
This growing list we’ll be adjusting
For more we’ll have to wait and see.


Like we said earlier Aileen, you ’are old,
You’re something from Antiques Road Show
This beautiful thing we call family, never would have grown
Without your gift of children that started so long ago.

Written by Michelle Ward
Grandchild #1

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