OCTOGENARIAN
No one would ever guess How many years you have spent Making this world a better place 3.2 Generations, 8 Decades 3 Children, Now 5…4 Grandchildren Now grown, who would have known That this beauty of indeterminable age Is as wise as a sage With so many years under her scarf You can not count them like the larks Whose happy songs fill the morning air! And oh, she sings with a voice as sweet As honeysuckle dew pulled from Flowery trumpets and rejoices like A chorus of morning birds who Awaken the spirit as the golden light Opens upon a new day. This day, 29,200 days since your birth Into a world just shaken days before by the Bombs of Pearl Harbor and the tides of war To this day where we climb Up green hills of Waimea and Celebrate Hawaiian Adventures among the canyons. To this day where we celebrate you, Judy Su. Our matron, our mother, our grandmother. Originator of our generation – Impetus of our growth Nurturer of tearful eyes and bloodied knees Who cared and repaired and brought us back to our feet So that the adventure could go on and We could be made strong to face the world That is brightened by your presence As we enjoy the sunset and listen to the waves Bringing in the hopes of a new day.