(If a field of flowers is all the world knows
We may never realize the beauty of that single rose...)
Deborah and I, I must attest
With 4 wonderful grandchildren we have been blessed.
And it occurred to us some years ago
Although the 4 together set our world aglow
To enjoy each ones uniqueness, we both agree
We had to see them separately.
(If a forest is all our eyes do see
We may never know the beauty of that single tree.)
So once a year we take a grandchild away
To celebrate what we call their birthday day.
It’s a day without family or sibling tension
Where they can receive our full attention.
The plan is simple yet erudite
We pick one up and they spend the night.
We go out to dinner (that’s after much musing)
At a restaurant of the grandchild’s choosing.
(If only in the harmony of a choir we rejoice
We may never know the beauty of that single voice.)
And next day no matter what the weather
The 3 of us spend that day together.
Last night it was Ava’s turn, and looking back I daresay
We had just as much fun as she on her birthday day
In looking back over the years and the all the birthday days we’ve spent
It never seemed to matter what we did or where we went.
It appears when you spend time together no matter the milepost
What you do is secondary...It’s the time that matters most.
So with Ava sleeping soundly as now my whole world slows
I smile as I enjoy the beauty of that single rose...
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