I'll be 58 in February (please pronounce the first R--it's not silent) and my mom will be 83 Dec 19th (I wrote this poem, my first rondeau and maybe my best as it's all from the heart, https://medium.com/write-under-the-moon/joyful-day-6ef25fe48a3a on her 80th) and my dad is 88. I don't write joyfully about him. If you read this, make sure you don't stop before the self-corrections at the end https://medium.com/know-thyself-heal-thyself/why-i-canceled-my-father-bcb60831ee35