Happy 65th Birthday Frank©
By Rebecca Strecker
10/4/10
We have a friend name Frank Curiel, a man who is unique.
Let me introduce you to him…for I know of whom I speak.
Although we’ve only met him once, Pat kindly filled us in
so I could write this birthday poem and know where to begin.

Frank loves to read the Bible. It’s his passion and his joy.
And he’s loved his Mom’s tamales since he was a little boy.
You heard of multitasking, well just image, if you dare
listening to religious seminars while playing solitaire.

Pat’s kitties think he’s wonderful…he calms “Good Girl” and then
Good Boy” will follow him around like chicks do a mother hen.
Though “Good Boy” doesn’t sleep with Frank he waits for him to rise
to get tickled behind his ears and rubbed on both his sides.

Perhaps his Mexican heritage taught him to observe
people all around him—with his typical reserve.
He loves to travel the back roads along the Blue Highway.
And read the paper front to back every single day.

Frank loves dry British humor, and he’s quite a movie buff.
yet refuses to go barefoot, so he isn’t all THAT tough.
In fact he’s rather gentle and has a quiet charm
except his snoring’s louder than the loudest fire alarm.

Frank often walks and used to bike. It helped to keep him fit.
[Now that he’s getting older he may need to recommit].
Always honest and forthright, Frank is never underhanded–
except when it comes to writing for Frank Curiel is left handed.

Fond of fun and practical jokes, maybe Frank should change his name
To PRANK just for the fun of it—in the “Joking Hall of Fame”.
His smiling face belies his age: And we join him in a cheer:
Wishing Frank a Happy Birthday and Great Sixty-fifth Year!


Happy Birthday, Irene

by Rebecca Strecker

04/14/10

We were friends since we were schoolgirls

attending Junior High.

Now we are in our sixties.

The years are flying by.

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We both married, you had children

who are grown or nearly so.

I went to California,.

You decided not to go.

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Through all the miles and decades

we always stayed in touch.

We giggled at old stories:

This and that and such and such.

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Somehow whenever we talk

it’s like nothing has changed.

Even though our lives took different paths,

were completely rearranged.

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You accepted life’s adversities

and always wore a smile.

You saw the good in everything

and made hard times worthwhile.

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You have become my touchstone.

Someone who is always there.

Who knows where I have come from,

and reminds me to take care.

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I wish you every goodness,

every pleasure life can hold.

And while the years may pile up,

may your heart never grow old.

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I think of you most fondly,

especially today.

May our friendship greet tomorrow

stronger for our yesterdays.

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