My PA, Sweetpea, has asked me to send a poem that he and Mrs. Sweetpea wrote honoring their youngest granddaughter's sixteenth birthday. I remember Alex well from her several visits to the desert from toddler to pre-teenager. She is a well-mannered, respectful girl, and my Personal Assistant and his family should be very proud of her. Happy Birthday Alexandra Renee. Here's the poem. (Sweetpea is such a sentimental slob!)
Alex is Sixteen?
Don’t tell me that! It just can’t be true.
Why, this very New Year, she was a cool twenty two,
Turning heads at the dance while having such fun
by wearing a hat so chic that the crowd was undone.
Why, it seems that just yesterday, she dug for potatoes
In our little garden, and planted squash and tomatoes
And got dirt on her face and elbows and knees
And picked up the worms and shooed away bees.
Has it been a year or a month or a week
Since she broke the heart of the small boy next door
He came thrice a day, her company to seek.
Too much! Too Much! Our Alex did implore.
Her instinct was right, and she will soon learn
That the boys at her door can’t win but must earn
Her respect as a person with ideas and more--
Manners and charm and good looks galore.
Love, Grandma and Grandpa Sweetpea
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