During our service on October 22nd we had a milestone birthdays to celebrate. One member was 80 that day and one had reached 90 the day before.
After singing ‘Happy Birthday’ in English and Welsh to the Eighty year old, our minister, Phil, paid tribute to the 90 year old with this poem.
An Ode to Zelda
A poem for Zelda is a hard thing to write,
So I’ve been up for hours long night after night.
For Zelda is Pontypridd’s very own Bard,
And to write to her standard is real bloomin’ hard!
But challenge accepted – I’ve started now, see,
And we do want to speak of our great love for she,
So sit tight – for here goes – please do wish me well.
As her gifts we recount and her wonders, we tell.
The first time I met her, she gave me a kiss,
And since then, few Sundays my lips she would miss.
But I’m no special case, love and joy she gives freely,
A warmth we might emulate, maybe, ideally.
She loves our town’s park – trees, river and birds.
She’s the Empress of English; the Duchess of words.
Her poems are perfect, her sonnets, sublime!
She’s so gifted in writing and rhythm and rhyme.
Her wit is as quick and as sharp as her mind.
She’s loving and genuine; giving and kind.
She welcomes us all with a smile and bright eyes;
And she’s normally bejeweled by her beloved butterflies.
She’s known good times and hard times, felt both joy and pain,
Yet the thing that she shows us time and time again;
Is that in the wonder and weirdness of life,
Our Great God is with us, in peace and in strife.
She visits all churches, she’s good to the guild,
And when here made a member, we all were so thrilled.
For she glows with the gospel; she glistens with grace,
And helps spread God’s glorious love in this place.
She’s no lover of limelight so this ode might embarrass,
And the last thing we want is for her to feel harassed.
So this poem will end now; one last thing we must say,
Is ‘Zelda, dear Zelda, Happy 90th Birthday!’