The Best for Last

Poem for Rob

What does it mean to be the best?

It isn’t a contest among the rest.

It happens when fate meets the test of time;

One in a million -- with faith, hope, and love - it shines;

The crème de la crème always rises.

Such is Life, with its periodic surprises.

Who do you want on that wall? Red Sky at night or squall;

On the horizon - one who stands tall;

Laughing out loud, the last -- youngest but never the least;

Strong and smart -- as a gentle beast.

Propose a toast to all that is great;

Family, friends and twist of fate.

Pop the cork, rock solid and steady, willing, able, always ready;

Bang on copper-bottom pots and pans, throw confetti.
A year older. Another year wiser. Never give up the fight.

You are proof that mom and dad would eventually get it right.

Happy Birthday Rob Morgan August 30, 2015