Day 362

December 28, 2021

Happy 50th Paul and Molly

You were not as full of folly 

as the rest of us seemed to be.

Piling onto mattresses and sleeping

in heaps.  You were no longer

a puppy.

   You were more serious

    you were more able.

Not all elbows and knees , keeping

warm in lumps on the floor.

One by one we grew too old

to jump in leaves and heaps

with blankets and toys.

    You were studious

    I looked up to you in awe.

You could sing on stage

play 4 hand piano with Dad

Speak in several languages

Follow along with an opera score

    I could play with anyone

    I could search for anything.

I could joke and tease

go with the boys

or stay home with the girls and dolls

But you could wow them, Inspire.

Again, its not finished, it needs a final stanza.  that is burned at the edges.

50 years, unbelievable.  I have an entire year in front of me of 50th anniversaries that mark the worst year of my life.  1972 collapsed my life as I had known it.  It was the year of loss for me.  

50 years ago today the Whiton family was very happy, we all loved Molly and their wedding was a mark of good things to come.  It was a real celebration.  

I believe we should take the energy that is caused by this year long anniversary and get my Father's operas heard and seen.  Anyone want to join me?