If he were alive it would 105 the years he worked and cooked and ate and slept and wrote...why didn't he ever write about a boat?
His humor and rhyme and imagination made me smile why didn't he write about a railroad station?
Some of his books, on my shelf all worn and read were read upon my bed, in my office in my head...He wrote and he wrote and he wrote almost without thinking on page after page he would continue his inking spreading words all old and lots that were new, yes he did didn't he write about a gnu? Some books were happy some had some sad but never were any of his books written in sad. Because the language of sad is so easy to write he had to write something hard and make it just right! He told us to reach for the things not too high, when I thought he'd be here forever he said good bye.
Some of my favorites you make ask and I'll tell the words that he wrote and I know them so well:
"Be who you are and say what you feel because those who mind don’t matter and those who matter don’t mind."
"Today you are You, that is truer than true. There is no one alive who is Youer than You."
"Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot, nothing is going to get better, it's not!"
"I'm afraid sometimes you'll play lonely games too, games you can't win because you'll play against you!"
“I have heard there are troubles of more than one kind. Some come from ahead and some come from behind. But I've bought a big bat. I'm all ready you see. Now my troubles are going to have troubles with me!”
“The more that you read, the more things you will know. The more that you learn, the more places you'll go.”
“How did it get so late so soon? Its night before its afternoon. December is here before its June. My goodness how the time has flewn. How did it get so late so soon?”
"So the writer who breeds more words than he needs, is making a chore for the reader who reads. "
So Belated Birthday greetings Theodor Seuss Geisel, (I like Dr. Seuss its easier to speak), I love to read you any old week. You brought many a cheer and many a cry, so I'll say see you later instead of good bye. Cause I know there will be a time when I sit and show childlike anger a tizzy a fit. I'll sit and I'll stew, I will stew and I'll stew, and then something will happen I'll think about you. I'll pick up a book, a story, or rhyme and realize you here all the time. To remind me that days are filled with the dare to love, to be kind, to laugh and to care.
"Don't cry because it's over. Smile because it happened. "
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