In a world become impatient to possess material things
And where ‘image’ is promoted for the power that it brings,
Can we just pause a moment, and reflect upon the past
And consider for the moment how long these things will last.
For the things of real value were not built in a day
But grew on firm foundations in order that they stay,
Old buildings and old paintings, old tapestries and books,
Took many hours of skillfull work to acquire their unique looks.
And so it is with people, for character is made
By building individually on foundations that are laid.
Like graceful antique furniture, and the beauty of old lace,
There is also much of value in a lined and wrinkled face.
One hundred years of living it took to reach this day
And no one knows the ‘ups’ and ‘downs’ you met along the way.
How many people’s lives you touched; how many secrets told,
How many happy memories you would not trade for gold.
How many hours of sorrow; how many broken dreams,
How many loved ones you have mourned. How long ago it seems!
But all of this makes you unique, a masterpiece of life.
Individually developed through times of joy and strife.
Today you reach a milestone achieved by very few.
Enjoy your 100th birthday. Let us celebrate with you!
Note: my friend Joyce Fraser wrote this poem for a patient when she worked in a longterm care home in Vanderhoof, BC. Joyce resided in Fraser Lake for many years with her husband Bill and daughter Shirley. She was an active and prolific member of the Fraser Lake Writers Group. The poem was included in an anthology titled Seasonings published by the Group in 1990.