Reason For Being

The older we grow

The faster life goes,

Priorities change

Quality of living

And loving takes

Precedent, over

Self-indulgence

And material things.

Nothing as important

As family and friends.

It is racing now,

These fleeting days

And years, reflected

Most in my grandsons

Growing too soon from

Children to young men.

Along with Steller parents

Our little farm provides

A learning ground for the

Kids, teaching life lessons

That inspire character and

Self discipline, with Cows

And pigs to show at fairs,

Pride earned with accomplishments

And Blue Ribbons to share.

I am so lucky having a ringside

Seat, watching yet another

Family generation ascend.

Football and basket ball

Games to attend, Christmas

Morns of excited children

Clamoring down the stairs,  

Many birthday celebrations

With ever more candles aglow.

Memories all, retained and shared.

Perhaps the best part is,

These grandsons of mine,

Still are up for hugs and

Good night kisses, genuine

Affection received and given.

Families are a true blessing

And a privilege, the only

Real reason we are here.

All these things, remain the

Sweet frosting on my aging

Grandfather's cake of life.

I sometimes wonder where

I would be without all these,  

My reasons for being?