As I converse with all the girls, each generation present;
We talk of life; we talk of love and sentimental bliss;
We talk of those who have passed on, we will forever miss.
I tell the girls my every joy and ever-y concern;
And all the things that I've been through, and what they made me learn.
I'm comfortable to sit in front of every other woman here;
And I'd tell you a million times, how much I love you near;
And as this family grows and grows like a danged ol' tumor;
It's clear that God's bestowed on us, much of His great humor.
I love you ladies more than any diamond, gold or pearls;
It means to much more to be with you; right here will all the girls.
Miss those girls luncheons!
January 18, 2004
