I had written you a poem
And saw it on display
It was 14 years ago
On your 80th birthday
It was quite a challenge
For me when you got sick
But you were very happy
With Atria I picked
You were so well liked there
And never did complain
With your friendly smile
You never were a pain
A ladies’ man you were
And Shirley was your friend
Until she left abruptly
The friendship had to end
The past months had been rough
In social isolation
Because the Covid virus
There was no visitation
And then we got a call
To get here very quick
So, Alan drove here fast
Because you’ve gotten sick
That hospice place was understaffed
Therefore, I threw a fit
To get you in their hospital
I called and never quit
I knew this day would come
But still in disbelief
You're lying in a hospital bed
My heart is filled with grief
I come and visit daily
And watch you slip away
But memories I have of you
With me will always stay
By, Randee Saber, beloved daughter 3/19/2021
Poem below I wrote for my dad's 80th birthday that was on display on his TV stand
Dad's 80th birthday
You're young at heart
You're as young as you feel
Turning 80
Is no big deal
You don't use a walker
You don't use a cane
And believe it or not
You're still sane
You're nice and slim
With no extra weight
But you've always managed
To clean your plate
You love to read
You share your knowledge
You married young
While still in college
A helpful spouse
You cook and clean
You don't lose your temper
You're never mean
Patrolling the waters
The ocean and bay
The Coast Guard Auxiliary
Makes your day
Playing softball
Keeps you strong
You've played many years
Exactly how long?
You're proud of your wife
She's stood by your side
For so many years
The knot's been tied
You're proud of your children
And grandchildren too
And they of course
Are proud of you
As your journey continues
What more can I say
Take care of yourself
Have a happy birthday
By, Randee Saber 12/4/2006
