Mother's poem on her 95th birthday. - dc
To be ninety-five
is to be alive
with memories of other year-
most happy--but some tears
fall to sprinkle the soil of
experience.
To be ninety-five
is to thrive
on the love of family and friends-
good times without ends
or beginnings.
A circle of fun.
But, does to be ninety-five
mean to to arrive
at this age will lead to a door
marked, "There's not much more"?
No, indeed! For I believe
that in each and all,
both good and bad, both large and
small,
there is a core,
a perfect bit of the eternal essence
that birthed the earth and all that
is,
a core that leads to another door
with letters large you can't ignore:
"THERE'S MUCH, MUCH MORE!"
Ahdel Chadwick
August 13, 2009