Poem from Edna and John

We met the Hodges in eighty four

when we transferred from a distant shore.

They were our neighbors from down the street

and it was quite often that we would meet.

 

Our two youngest daughters became firm friends

and that cemented a life long trend.

We had so much in common right from the start

and did lots together, we were rarely apart.

 

On Fridays we began our regular routine,

searching the garage sales for bargains it would seem.

The theory of garage sales on us was lost

the objective was to get something good for the lowest cost.

 

Edna wanted  garden furniture made of wood

and bid and bid  until she understood

The highest bidder won the prize

and smiled with wonder and surprise

 

To get it home was the next chore

in the end became for the boys a real bore

They eventually did dump the chair at home,

it fell apart with, such a groan

 

It was not even worth moving from the curb

so we walked away mumbling some  indiscernible  blurb

We left it for the garbage man,

beside the other rubbish cans

 

That same  Friday Sue spied a freezer ,

she was beside herself and bought it from the geezer

I'll bake until the cows come home and fill that thing without a strain

John will be thrilled when he gets off the train

 

Sue couldn't get over her wonderful find

Such a bargain, she said, couldn't get it out of her mind

It will go in the garage there is plenty of room

So proceeded with delivery humming a merry tune

 

She plugged in the freezer and off with a "POP"

the Hodges house in total darkness did stop

John looked at the two of us with total disdain

the second hand freezer yet another bargain ?

 

The garage sales attendance were eventually banned

and we turned our attention to other events to be planned

Many a good night at the Country Club "Do's"

where we would let our hair down and kick off our shoes.  

 

These days we talk about replacement knees

and  how we can move now, simply a breeze

Bridge is played to keep our minds  active

But  reality is really not that attractive

 

We play three rounds of bridge and rotate each game

So partners change throughout and are not the same

Some times we forget and make some calls

as if we had not changed partners at all

 

It would be humorous if we really knew

All The bridge conventions we actually blew

But we just play on and sit right back

What does it matter if the card is red or black

 

Since we have all arrived at the same age together

We sympathize with  each other and say whatever

We can still  hold a glass and drink and boast

Happy 60^th to both of you , we make the toast

 

Love Edna and John

Your Partners in crime………….