By, Elizabeth Towell
A perfect poem for a perfect gent
I am thinking hard and won’t relent
Writing drafts until the pencil’s bent
My good ideas seem mostly spent
I fear I cannot produce my prime
How can you express so much in rhyme?
A.D. cared for each of us in time
Husband, father, grandfather sublime
Ninety-five years is really a feat
Writer and gardener ever sweet
His creations are always a treat
But it’s his loving that can’t be beat
Praise God in Heaven for this good man
Also for his ever growing clan
We know he is special in Your Plan
Helping us recall where we began.
The 95th birthday celebration continues as we share the poems my dad received for his gift that special day. This one was written by his daughter-in-law, Beth. Enjoy!
Kathy Williams The Book Worm