Birthdays have begun to straddle days rather than hours.
This year I received a rendering of Happy Birthday the day before the actual event.
And another one the day after.
Cards have been delivered at various intervals.
The only well wisher certain to be punctual with their greeting is probably the phone company.....
to which I take great personal affront!!
But...... Isn't it grand to allow the festive mood to peak earlier and linger longer
Belated
I had
folded away my birthday
Face down
in a small pile
When the rush
of black-
tailed dog
eschewing hall
carpet
howling at retreating footsteps
snouting parcel packaging
Declared –Post.
Addressed
to me
My maiden
name (in parenthesis)
Postmarked UK.
It was a copy of Jane Austen’s
Persuasion:
Hard-backed
Complete
and unabridged
Ribbon- book- marked
Pages -gilt-edged
Edition- illustrated
Straight
from her cottage
parsonage in Chowton.
parsonage in Chowton.
And inside
it
Gold stars
from a
wedding you gate-
crashed in Helsinki
and a
promise
To email
Properly
Soon.
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