On Saturday, Feb. 19th we had AJ's siblings over to celebrate his dad, Keith's 83rd birthday. We had a wonderful dinner and a yummy cake.
AJ wrote him a poem:
Keith Jackson
83rd Birthday
This is for the Old Man
Who's turning eighty three?
Still happy to be moving
Who says he's geritol free
He gets up every morning
Without a place to go
Eats a little breakfast
Life should be this slow
His children all have families
His wives have passed away
That leafves him time for living
Or even time to play
I think I'll go out flying
Or work the garden here
Another book I'd like to read
Or take a nap my dear
Life is oh so pleasant
I've got few cares you see
Life just couldn't be better
When you're turning eigthy-three
So let me just sit down
And take a little nap
There's no one here to hassle me
Or give me any crap
I don't know how I'll blow them out
These candles on my cake
Let's all get in a circle
And hope that there not fake
I'll raise this glass of water
And say a little cheer
And offer up a lasting toast
I hope I'm here next year.