Happy Birthday, Chelsea! ! !

Just once I turned my cluttered head
'twas late here in Down Under
so off I went to find my bed
outside was storm and thunder.
I dreamed that Chelsea turned seventeen
I should have baked a cake,
an applestrudel topped with cream
and then I'd be awake
to join her with a second spoon
and give her mother none
just wait, young girl, so very soon
your teenage years of fun
will be a distant memory
your parents will be old
there is, in you, it seems to me
another heart of gold.

by Herbert Nehrlich

Comments (3)

You are as sweet and scrumptious as any applestrudel Herbert. :)
Funny and touching at the same time, Herbs. Warm regards, Gina.
Awwww! This is so beautiful Herbert! I just read it to her (since I'm hogging the computer) and she LOVES it! Thank you...from her (and me) Sincerely, Mary