In my own way and through rose-colored glasses
I have seen and see the world.
Alone but very seldom lonely I am on my way
wandering slowly toward the ultimate light.
Memories of this last, long summer
Together with my progeny
Teaching songs to a fourth generation
pure blessing for this mater familias.
My fathers reading and my mother’s practicality
Gave me a place of strength in hard reality
I looked askance and saw the ludicrous
Thank heavens for good genes
And the ability
to laugh at my own foolishness.
Roelie Kuilder