When I am ninety-seven

When I am ninety-seven, I’ll paint with brush unfurled

       Hey, Grandma Moses did it –I guess she showed the world

And so did Gordon Hinkley, he led ‘till ninety-seven

         With love and warmth and humor –he’s now

                           in Mormon heaven.

And look at good Pope Leo, ninety-two and frail

        Labored with such brilliance, determined not to fail

Thanks to daddy’s genes, my skin will always shine,

       be supple and as smooth as when I was twenty-nine

my lips will always shimmer, my hair a softened red

       my life will not be dative but creative instead

I’ll read His Word and talk each moment to my Lord,

       Send out comfort letters – you’ll never find me bored.

I’ll bake some gorgeous cakes, writes essays, songs and poems,

       Coach brilliant ballerinas, then on the stage I’ll “show ‘em”

When I get up at sunrise, I’ll photograph a squirrel

       A rabbit or a deer – each morning’s like a jewel…ah yes,

One day I’ll take that step –and up to heaven fly

       But just remember – you and I will never die

I’ll bake some gorgeous cakes,  write tons of lovely poems

                       Coach future ballerinas,

  

Then on heaven’s stage I’ll “show ‘em.”