So yesterday was about beef,
Today about beers and a birthday.
My grandmother turned 95
And I made the trip down the way
Finding her in Dreamcoat threads
And that southern charm
I grew up with.
Seeing her refuse help down a hill
Made me realize old need not be weak.
From there, a few of us braved
Turbulent parking
And the strongest of winds
To find shelter
Under a roof of protection
And a trickle of beer.
We joked,
We ribbed,
We shared our stories
Of the same family events.
How different our versions were…
And it was great.
Laughing about the hardness,
Commiserating about the pain,
Yet able to know
We were one just because.
Microbrews brought it all home
‘Cuz there’s money in that alcohol.
I say let’s do it again
At 100!
