To reach the age of 101 is truly a marvel,
or maybe a curse.
For you have seen many exciting things,
that are history bound.
The planet has changed at least a
hundred times; and more
You have a corner eye on that score.
they're saying more may live to that age.
I personally can't imagine.
But to personally know a person that has reached a
century old is glory indeed and definitely gold.
Twice weekly I would visit my dear Mom
she'd want piano music for her day -
to hear old-fashioned hymns made her feel calm
so at the old upright I'd sit and play.
The nurse would start to wheel the old folks in
as though some kind of concert had begun!
Eyes closed, toes tapping, each one with a grin
to hear those tunes brought joy to every one.
'Amazing Grace', 'Great Is Thy Faithfulness',
The Old Rugged Cross' and 'Be Still, My Soul',
'How Great Thou Art', and 'A Mighty Fortress',
would make the old feel young; the broken whole.
Those hymns to God relieved their daily sorrow,
reminding them of a better tomorrow.
written 14 Sep 2020 (on what would have been my Mother's 101st birthday)
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