For those of us who are getting older, here is a poem written to a son/daughter that you might enjoy. To my knowledge, the author is unknown.
When I spill some food on my nice clean shirt,
or maybe forget to tie my shoe,
please be patient and perhaps reminisce
about the many hours I spent with you.
When I taught you to eat with care,
plus tying laces and your numbers, too.
Dressing yourself and combing your hair.
Those were precious hours spent with you.
So when I forget what I was about to say,
Just give me a minute – or maybe two.
It probably wasn’t important anyway,
and I would much rather listen just to you.
If I tell the story one more time,
and you know the ending through and through.
Please remember your first nursery rhyme,
when I rehearsed it a hundred times with you.
When my legs are tired and its hard to stand
or walk the steady pace that I would like to do.
Please take me carefully by my hand.
And guide me now as I often did for you.
Author Unknown
When I spill some food on my nice clean shirt,
or maybe forget to tie my shoe,
please be patient and perhaps reminisce
about the many hours I spent with you.
When I taught you to eat with care,
plus tying laces and your numbers, too.
Dressing yourself and combing your hair.
Those were precious hours spent with you.
So when I forget what I was about to say,
Just give me a minute – or maybe two.
It probably wasn’t important anyway,
and I would much rather listen just to you.
If I tell the story one more time,
and you know the ending through and through.
Please remember your first nursery rhyme,
when I rehearsed it a hundred times with you.
When my legs are tired and its hard to stand
or walk the steady pace that I would like to do.
Please take me carefully by my hand.
And guide me now as I often did for you.
Author Unknown
Emailed Funnies…….
Just before the funeral services, the undertaker came up to the very elderly widow and asked, 'How old was your husband?' '98,' she replied, 'Two years older than me' 'So you're 96,' the undertaker commented. She responded , 'Hardly worth going home, isn’t it?
Reporter interviewing a 104-year-old woman: 'And what do you think is the best thing about being 104?' the reporter asked.. She simply replied, 'No peer pressure.'
I've sure gotten old! I've had two bypass surgeries, a hip replacement, new knees, fought prostate cancer and diabetes. I'm half blind, can't hear anything quieter than a jet engine, take 40 different medications that make me dizzy, winded, and subject to blackouts. Have bouts with dementia .. Have poor circulation; Hardly feel my hands and feet anymore. Can't remember if I'm 89 or 98. Have lost all my friends. But, thank God, I still have my driver's license.
I feel like my body has gotten totally out of shape, so I got my doctor's permission to join a fitness club and start exercising. I decided to take an aerobics class for seniors. I bent, twisted, gyrated, jumped up and down, and perspired for an hour. But, by the time I got my leotards on, the class was over.
THE SENILITY PRAYER : Grant me the senility to forget the people I never liked anyway, the good fortune to run into the ones I do, and the eyesight to tell the difference.
Quote for the month:
Garrison Keillor once wrote, “You may as well go ahead and live your life because your obituary is bound to be a big disappointment.”
Just before the funeral services, the undertaker came up to the very elderly widow and asked, 'How old was your husband?' '98,' she replied, 'Two years older than me' 'So you're 96,' the undertaker commented. She responded , 'Hardly worth going home, isn’t it?
Reporter interviewing a 104-year-old woman: 'And what do you think is the best thing about being 104?' the reporter asked.. She simply replied, 'No peer pressure.'
I've sure gotten old! I've had two bypass surgeries, a hip replacement, new knees, fought prostate cancer and diabetes. I'm half blind, can't hear anything quieter than a jet engine, take 40 different medications that make me dizzy, winded, and subject to blackouts. Have bouts with dementia .. Have poor circulation; Hardly feel my hands and feet anymore. Can't remember if I'm 89 or 98. Have lost all my friends. But, thank God, I still have my driver's license.
I feel like my body has gotten totally out of shape, so I got my doctor's permission to join a fitness club and start exercising. I decided to take an aerobics class for seniors. I bent, twisted, gyrated, jumped up and down, and perspired for an hour. But, by the time I got my leotards on, the class was over.
THE SENILITY PRAYER : Grant me the senility to forget the people I never liked anyway, the good fortune to run into the ones I do, and the eyesight to tell the difference.
Quote for the month:
Garrison Keillor once wrote, “You may as well go ahead and live your life because your obituary is bound to be a big disappointment.”
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