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Glennovas Husband
Daddy lives downstairs 'cause...
he is not the youth he used to be,
I thought eighty-four, he said eighty-three!
In the morning when he rises...
he sings to the kitchen walls,
old ballads remembered,
from ancient dancing halls.
He reads the headlines out loud...
to Glennova's failing ears,
and she smiles and tells me,
he will always be her dear.
He talks to his cats...
each one knows that he loves them best.
Amazing the compassion,
after enduring ~ so many of lifes tests.
I have his first grade reader, published ~ 1891,
worn pages from dirty fingers,
scribbles in the colums,
it is here, his soul, still lingers.
His bookmark is a tattered valentine...
with torn and scalloped edges,
years of lost friendships,
years of loving pledges.
He is bright, and funny...
and still very curious too,
but it's his dedication,
that was our familys glue.
