80th Birthday Poems

This is a poem I was requested to write as a tribute on the 80th birthday of an Irish Mother of 7 kids. For the most part the names have been changed to retain anonymity. I've introduced it now because, with just a few tweaks, this would be ideal as a joint Mother's Day Poem from the whole family

80th Birthday poems..verse 1

As it's your 80th birthday

Let's face it, Mum, you're old

We all agree that it's time

You had your story told

First you had a little girl

And you called her Joanne Marie

Then twins, James and Patrick

And already you had three

Like Oliver Twist you wanted more

So who was next to arrive

More twins Sean and Jackie

The number's up to five

By now the stork was worn out

On more he wasn't keen

As encouragement you gave him a Pat

Then along came Eugene

Of course Eugene says he's the best

You'd produced six times before

But in truth the stork took a look at him

And said "That's it ..no more"

You've been a busy lady

For life, you had a thirst

Giving your all for your kids

And you always put us first

But now that you've reached eighty

You're content and so serene

This comes with love from Helen

And Sharon and Eugene

And your whole extended family

On your birthday have a ball

Ruby, you're a treasured gem

So precious to us all...

For growing old jokes there's many out there, starting at turning 40, then 50th, 60th and 70th.

Few of them go quite as far as this one in decrepitness. I have adapted it from a piece written by Author Unknown

80th Birthday Poems...verse 2

There's quite an art to falling apart
As the years go by,

And life doesn't begin at 40.
We both know that's a lie.

Our hair's getting thinner,
But our waists are not
The few teeth we have
Are beginning to rot.

We smell of Vick's Vapourub,
Not Chanel Number 5

Our doggedness is the only thing
That's keeping us alive.

When asked of our past,
Every detail we'll know,
Except what we were doing
Just 10 minutes ago?

Well, you get the idea,
What more can I say?
Why not read the obituaries
Like you do every day

If your name's not there,
You'll once again start
Perfecting the art
Of falling apart

I'm able to say this
As an old friend, to you
A very, very old friend

Who's falling apart too

Despite only having half a heart left
These birthday wishes I send
Not at all half heartedly
All the very best, my dear old friend

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