Written For My Birthday
Marilese, Marilese…
It’s your birthday
You’re such a flower girl…
You’re never where you’re supposed to be!
Never listening.
A head full of dreams and all
kinds of fairy things,
You sing in the halls
and sometimes sleep on the couch
but that’s not all.
You wander this house, like a ghost
checking things out. We get a fright
when you appear and scream
Oh dear! ..
A woman is messing in my
room, moving things…
What’s a person
to do with a flower girl
such as that?
Guess there’s only one thing to do
love the girl, well I
guess that’s that.
[Thank you to my daughter, Nici, who wrote this poem
on the envelope of the lovely card she gave me.]
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