Margery

There's a story to tell 

about the most remarkable of women

nay of persons of any sex.

She makes a lasting impact

on all who know her 



As I moved out west

They kept telling me

Go check up on Marge

she lives somewhere near you



So I checked the phone book

and sure enough, she's there,

but when I call Lower Trail, 

they are sojourning in Richmond



A year or two passes by,

we finally connect.

"Come by for a visit

we're busy but can spare

a few moments for a chat"



At eleven pm 

wined and dined with pizazz

I've met the whole family,

Bill, Hazel, and Maggie. 



Margery May, 

the most obscure of relative

step grandmother this 

and thrice removed that

but to us she is "auntie"



But more than that 

we are bonded by strengths

that far exceed mere blood

she is to us related by love



Let me describe her, 

it won't take a minute... 

Tall and dramatic,

a beauty now (what a number she was at twenty)



Hair thick as straw

eyes that sparkle in jest

a ready smile, teeth that blind

a pert pout, Wow!  

Good work, Frank, sign me up!

She has a figure that impresses 

the gals at tennis 

and can beat all

challengers except when the achilles

malfunctions, in which case she'll

beat you on crutches.




Marge has the knack of making

any tract house a palace

worthy of display 

in Architectural Digest



A cook without parallel, 

even including my wife, mother, and sister

all of whom could prepare

for the French Chef with four stars.



Life isn't always easy,

Marge will confirm 

but the test is to come out on top

in spite of adversity.



How much can she give?

We've never seen the end,

ask any poor person in Big Sur

or the lonely child on Hilby



Marge has administered the cure

and care and help to

many less fortunate, who must

remember her years after.



"Who was that masked man" they ask,

as she disappeared into the

sunset in her SL-190, 

they won't forget either.



A person without fault.

It's not possible, you say.

But Marge is as close to perfection

as anyone since Jesus, Amen



And it just isn't us.

They all love you, every friend, 

distant relative, patient, and husband

What a gift you are to all of us.



But you may think, 

what are they up to.

What do they want? 

to say all those nice things.



Yes, its true

We have an ulterior motive.

We have a favor to ask,

a small favor for someone like you 





We ask your solemn pledge

that when we are old and grey, 

at least past eighty seven

and too feeble to do it 

or to care one way or the other.

and when we can't button up 

or work the commode......



Will you come and take care of us.