You don’t turn four often Stella, tho’ we’ll make
this allowance for you on your special day - it’s
your’s to settle whether you pause here or just
hurdle zillions of years on your ethereal way to
becoming the alluring goddess you’ve already
commenced expressing - glimpses suggest its
no passing fantasy, that it’s there for all to see
or be enchanted thru in your mercurial smile
Your sisters too are graciously blessed though
on this day they’ll attest it is you centre-stage -
with parents beguiled such loveliness pro tem
isn’t the young lady’s sublime passing fantasy,
but a gracious statement of fact and, similarly,
will be passed on to bless the rest of ‘em …
© 11 August 2014, I. D. Carswell
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