I wrote this one in honor of my grandpa’s birthday. He loves to do the same for the rest of our family, often in this very style, so I feel like I’m taking a leaf from his book.

A saga sung of P.I.R.:
So let’s begin this ride
While working at a summer camp
A-with his belle and bride

They settled down at College Smith
Where Peter did profess
And lived beside a river wide
In Massachusetts West

Along came daughter and a son
Elisabeth and Dan
With many a summer gladly spent
In a Shoebox on the sand

Fast-forward to now fully grown
Proud parents of their finest:
Lies, a lifetime -ist of art
Dan, computer science

The kids now moved, Lies taking home
in Connecticut, as we know
While Dan—and Susan, now—did drive
Up to Cupertino

With summers now on Cape Cod joined
By small boys J and R
And can’t forget the dogs of course
Who followed near and far

At last P. Rose pushed back his chair
Deciding to retire
But rather than relax at home
He became a travel writer

Though oft they’d traveled well before
There’s ne’er been so much
And still the Roses recognized
For insightful scholarly touch

And with that now I leave you here
And hope I’ve told it true
To one hundred and twenty, as our family says
Happy birthday, Grandpa; I love you.

Part of Poem-a-Day 2013.

This entry was posted on September 05, 2013 and is filed under Creativity. Tags: Poetry, My family, Poem-a-day 2013