So its the 74th this birthday, that’s a mensural fact,
like do your sums properly and the evidence is too
relevant, but I can go back to that time and space
where the last thing you were was ever an age; its
etched in my memory - assured you were wiser by
far than your chronology implied; was I an envious
sibling, obviously but a clever enough chap to find
strings of your apron and tie myself to the fact
pedagogy as a career - then motherhood, raising
two fine babies who indelibly represent an advent
for future years; they are, as are their children the
meaning of whom you are - and your partner Ted
remains stalwart, tamed to your ageless ageing
© 23 September 2013, I. D. Carswell
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