Mom, daughter remember poem

Dear Annie: I’m looking for an essay that appeared in an old Ann Landers column. It was about an elderly man who was celebrating a birthday. He spent the whole day waiting, but no one came. I visited my mother today in a home. She brought up this same column in our conversation, and I promised to try to track it down. Can you help? – Loving Daughter

Dear Daughter: Happy to. Here it is:

It Was Grandfather’s Birthday

by Rudy Joe Mano (reprinted with permission)

It was Grandfather’s birthday. He was 79. He got up early, shaved, showered, combed his hair and put on his Sunday best so he would look nice when they came. He skipped his daily walk to the town cafe where he had coffee with his cronies. He wanted to be home when they came.

He put his porch chair on the sidewalk so he could get a better view of the street when they drove up to help celebrate his birthday. At noon, he got tired but decided to forgo his nap so he could be there when they came.

Most of the rest of the afternoon he spent near the telephone so he could answer it when they called.

He has five married children, 13 grandchildren and three great-grandchildren. One son and a daughter live within 10 miles of his place. They hadn’t visited him for a long time.

But today was his birthday and they were sure to come.

At suppertime, he left the cake untouched so they could cut it and have dessert with him. After supper, he sat on the porch waiting.

At 8:30, he went to his room to prepare for bed. Before retiring, he left a note on the door that read:

“Be sure to wake me when you come.”

It was Grandfather’s Birthday. He was 79.