Suzanna Chevalier

(4-18-1966 / Elizabeth, New Jersey)

Grandma Kay’s 95th Birthday


Grandma Kay just turned ninety five,
on her birthday in 2009.
In her nursing home her family was there,
Watching her blew out birthday candle without a care.
She was the star of her birthday show,
She blew out a candle that sparkled and glowed.
Friends and family sang along,
to her personalized birthday song.
Her son Russ played the guitar,
this was her best birthday by far.
She unwrapped presents from family and friends,
she was very happy like a child again.
Photo memories are snapped in time,
To remember Kay’s 95th Birthday that shined.

Written by Suzanna Chevalier on September 9,2011

Submitted: Monday, April 15, 2013
Edited: Thursday, October 03, 2013

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