As our score of grands hits 13
I've some Omi imaginings to share
of wishes and hopings and aims
various hats I hope you all wear
before you, your parents and auntie
were children belonging to me
my baby birdies of back then
now perch in the big bird tree
I love them with all my heart
and prouder I could not be
sometimes I confess to getting
lost in regret and memory
regrets of all my shouldas
it's an overplayed refrain
memories of how I let
them down and caused some pain
But my loves, that's the part of
growing old that I'm not proud
the maudlin regret refrain
We think and shouldn't say aloud
So we've all been there, the
older folks and now me
how we appreciate what we had
only when it ceases to be
But I'll be damned if I let
this devolve into melancholy
I saw too many people drown
in what is basically self-pity
Because regrets should only serve
to teach us to celebrate the day long
all our loved ones here and now
carpe diem shall be our song!
Alas the Prophet says I can't
visit your tomorrow house, it seems
Ancestors can't can go where you are
not even in our dreams.
(this is the part where we cue sexy guitar riff, sip some wine and grieve a bit)
We can't rewind nor fast forward
we've neither tomorrow nor yesterday
so let us dive in and enjoy
this lovely present called today
And so as they fly up to
the place we call "grownup"
I give thanks to have you
all to overflow my cup
My very dearest little dears
I ain't the wisest owl on said tree
but what wisings I've got are yours
So listen up to Mama Omi
You've all so very much muchness
M. Rogers says, just by being you delight
You shine so brightly it hurts and
I'm happily blinded by your light
like 13 waterfalls carousing
you rain down so much joy
to wash away our pain
my each little girl and boy
you pour your light like water
on all the lonely people below
for those blessed in your orb
We're lucky to be in your glow
For you aren't merely uniform
you're a lovely parquetry of bits
some parts with jigsaw symmetry
and the rogue piece that never fits
we're none picture puzzle perfect
And that's exactly as we should be
my hope for you babies grand is
you be the you-iest you you can be
For the Lord looked on, he knew
he saw that all of you is good
That your enough is enough
your being just as you should
for in this race we call human
we fear failure too much I fear
but what exactly we're afraid of
is to me not entirely clear
I fear we're afraid of stumbling
but it's not a failure to fall
the only way you can fail is
by never even trying at all
When bumps come and they will
go ahead shed tears for the pain
then adjust your bum on your bike
and soon you'll be rolling again!
And who cares if you don't make it
Omi'll always cheer you all
the only thing that'd make me sad
is if falling kept you small
My babies, fly your YOU flag
don't hide your light under a jar
inhabit your you fully, as gran said
tell 'em who you are! (dammit!)
I hope your reach exceeds grasp
don't settle for safe on shore
and exceeding reach, visions
seek and open up the door
don't let can't limit you
can't never did nothing till he tried
shatter your glass ceilings
bust the pane way open wide!
But grandiose dreams don't mean
you must perfection sustain
some days we just survive and
and somehow try to maintain
I love you in dazzling red and blues
on far ups and way down days
all the sort of in betweens
when the best we got is grays.
You don't have perpetually shine
some days you just feel dim
but Omi loves ya no less, honey
cause you're still sparkling within
May your possibilities be endless
So let's end with rousing crescendo
a full chorus in full voice then
a song of praise for our children
we'll shout the great Amen
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