A birthday poem from a friend

It's no secret big, Cathy's gig is gadgets--they're all the rage,
But, her truest love's directing budding actors on the stage--
The play's the thing said sage Will "S", and G-G gives her all,
To see the show goes on, and bows are taken at curtain call.
It's said that Cathy's passion for the theater's such a trauma
That the very first word she ever spoke was "drama" 'stead of Mama!
O'Neill, and Shaw, Moliere, and Faulkner, Williams and Neil Simon
Make G-G's eyes light up like stars, and shine like sparkling diamond!
Art's in his heart, her pet frog plays the part, so she aptly named him "Dialogue"--
She trained him to act, recite lines, in fact, from the time he was a pollywog!
Her students flock to hear G-G talk in tears about Juliet and her Romeo,
Homeward weeping they all go, Act iii, scene 1 in tow, eulogizing loyal Mercutio!
At year's end they all know that drama helps you grow and learn to truly feel,
She teaches them that life like a play is rife with lessons that are deep and real!

So on this special day, dramatically we say "Happy Birthday to our G-G!"
May all your dreams come true, and Jesus bless you too, His dear sweet talented Cathy!


Birthday Joy, G-G!!!!!!!

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It really touched me and I thought it was so sweet.