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The Winds of Time
This poem is dedicated to Barbara Louise Standage on her 80th Birthday
July 5, 2010, with love from the family of her son, Ron Standage.
The winds of time are familiar to all and no one is untouched.
We go through life in a wind tunnel that blows way too fast,
But, continues none the less to bless us with many memories,
Talents, friends, faces and stories that keep us in touch with the past.
As we think about our mother and grandma this year,
It’s with many of these memories that we hold so dear.
Like when she snuck the car out to check out the town,
And came home to discover her Grandpa Davis and his frown.
But all was forgiven and she moved on,
And one day they realized that Barbara was gone.
Where had she disappeared to and what would they say?
Bill and Barbara had slipped out to get married that day.
Oh dear, my goodness, the family began to shout.
What’s all the fuss…Grandpa said “give them a chance to work it out!”
And work it out they did you see,
One right after the other, in total there’s three.
Three boys, oh yes, Dave, Ken and Ron.
Life got really busy as the days moved on.
There was football, baseball and basketball one right after the other.
Hardly anytime to eat, much less even say “Hi” to your brother.
So she cooked and cleaned and took them to practice
And life was really fun, kind of like an Arizona cactus.
You know, you couldn’t sit down too long, that’s what I mean,
Or you would miss some fun and of course she had a house to keep clean.
But that didn’t stop her from playing a note or two,
For she has quite a gift and that is nothing new.
She’s been playing since a child and really has a talent.
She can play in front of a crowd and is honestly very gallant.
As time marched on the crew begin to grow.
Along came Kelly, Brent and Julie you know.
And then came Lizzie, Mark and Richard soon behind.
Following them was Melanie they would one day find.
Of all the memories for Barbara to share,
Her family is her favorite and she handles them with care.
The love that she has for them through the years
Is evident in her eyes as she wipes away the tears.
Tears of joy are what they are,
For the family she’s been blessed with
Are all God’s sons and shine as His star.
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