November 28, 2011

On Saturday, a 90th birthday party was held at Old Westbrook Lutheran Church, Westbrook, Minnesota, for my dad’s long-time friend, Roger Kopperud. (Roger and his wife, Marian, have been long-time supporters of Lutherans For Life.)

The family shared this wonderful poem Roger wrote in April 2009.


I got there somehow

I can’t walk behind my mule and my plow

I used to plant gardens of carrots & peas

I can’t do that anymore

I’m weak in the knees.

I used to make a pile of wood.

I’d do it again if I could.

I can’t hold a pitchfork in my hands anymore

My hands are weak and my back is sore.

Some day I will sit in my chair and look out the door

and think of by-gone days of yore.

I have a great grandson far over the seas.

The next time I see him he will speak Chinese.

So I’ll have to ask him, “Interpret it, please.”

Some day I will park my car in the shed.

Then I’ll go sleep in the Murhpy bed.

I don’t write this to complain and moan.

Because I know I have a heavenly home.