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Moms View Message Board: Short Stories, Poetry and Articles : For My Brother's 60th Birthday
I wrote this epic poem to read at his surprise party Saturday. LOL THE FIRST 60 YEARS In searching through my memories Of Chuck throughout the years There are a few that I would like To share with you his peers The first thing I remember Is Chuckie in a cast And scooting on a platform That bore his skinny ••• And then a baby brother came Which really wasn’t in our plan A pain who cried and slept a lot Our parents called this creature Dan We played like city kids should play In many alleys, lots and streets We had our share of fun and freedom And quite a few quite sad defeats At the hands of a few mothers, who Decided we were total brats And tattled on those Brogley kids Who were known to join in youthful spats Like knocking Joey Golden’s tooth out One mother blamed our guiltless Chuck Who’s fault was it, that sissy Joey Had not the common sense to duck? Then down the Villas in our back yard Young Chuck the bug of golf first bit With orange juice cans and dirty bricks His golfing passion did did commit An altar boy and acolyte A very fine young lad you’d think Then tell me why when he was serving Did the holy sanctuary stink? I followed him through school and leisure I witnessed many chapters more In all the trials of growing up he Tried his hardest to ignore A little sister who would bug him While looking up for him to guide Our relationship was equal measures Of loathing and of grudging pride The Springhill Singers Vocalized The song, The Lion Sleeps Tonight On stage my brother’s wimoweh Rang out so clear and high and right Through a clutchless pale green Plymouth And drumming with his high school band Those Hootenannys on summer beaches And endless limbos in the sand Then one day a cute girl from Yeadon Just caught our hero’s eye and stuck Through growing pains and college changes One constant was Jackie and Chuck On a perfect summer day they wed In a solemn ceremony The reception was a lot more fun As Jackie did the pony And Mummer’s Strut with much elan This lady loved to dance Throughout the decades I’ve observed Their 38 years of romance Two daughters came. Their father’s pride Was in his eyes each day He helped them with their struggles And joined them in their play He saw his little girls grow up And both leave home for school He watched as they explored their world And tested daddy’s every rule I saw him cover tears and smiles As father of two lovely brides And understood the conflict there That every father tries to hide He taught the sciences to kids At Harrington and Drexel Hill A worthy advocation where He tried his darndest to instill At bit of knowledge to his classes Some years were good and some would push Most any teacher to retire And spend his days upon his tush But Chuck kept at it through the years With fellow teachers found rapport Until he finally did retire Grabbed his clubs and shouted “FORE” Then grandkids , these five extra treasures That gave his heart a joyful glow A blessing that was often needed To combat middle aged woes The care of sick aging parents The worries over those so dear A normal situation juggled By many of his lifetime peers So now with 60 years behind him The hero of my tale stands tall And we who come to revel with him Say “Well Done Chuck”. “ It’s been a ball.” B. V. Dahlen
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