Happy Birthday, Willow! :-*

 

We've been friends for years and years,
just how many I'll not say
and not because I'm shy or vain in quite that way
rather, (Oh! Woe is me)
tis because my mind can't precisely place the day


We've been through thin and thick and sin and sick, pin and prick and din and…
well, you know me, oft better than I know myself (to my sometimes sheepish chagrin), and can see my locomotive's destination, chica.


It's here I find I know not what else to say
It all seems trite in comparison to the treasure that is you
I’ve thought and thought
wrestled with my mind and fought
to find precisely the perfect words to neigh
(Oh dear!)
Relay. Relay, I say, relay.


For, I'm celebrating the magnificence you've always been,
are right now, and will always be.

The essence of you connected to the heartbeat of Mother Earth
Your connection indelible and uniquely yours as your father ensured in his fierce, protective, loving, pungent way...


Och, I'm failing here to convey just how wondrous you are.


This bloody poem’s gone off the rails and I'm trying to rein it back in
Mercy, now my metaphors are mixed! I'm all over the place.

Is this a poem about you and your splendor
or
me (my muse dragging me to yet another crazy place)?!


I can do this.


You’re my best friend.
We've been through things best left unsaid…


Though…
Remember the State Fair that one year? We must have ridden that ride a hundred times.
Let's be honest now: we adored that ride; but, we thought those guys were cute. Were they named Rick and Roy?
And, Boomie and all the rest… it’s good they’re still around. I'm sure you'd miss them; I know I would.
We should visit sometime. Have they been in touch with you?  


Greyhound with a head wound and craven mosquitoes disguised as hawks that draw blood leaving mountains behind…
I'd do it all again for your grandparents were the sweetest people in the world…
… with you: the sweetest, feistiest granddaughter, who’s changed my life (saving me) in so many ways
even when I was running away.


Ahhh yes, this would not be complete without

Rhett…

I think a moment of sweet silence is in order here.


I’d best stop now afore you kick my ass
That's right.
I'll see you later on today,
so I’d better make this good
Or 'twon't be the birthday girl getting that spanking
as SHE should.


I've meandered all over the place here
and, as per usual, I don’t know
whether this is a worthy poem, just right as it's intended.
There are some pieces I do not agonize about (I might be lying here)
This is not one of them.


I wish for you all the best
In life
In love
In poetry


I love you dearly, Willow. I always will no matter what life cats our way.


Casts too


Bloody, ducking autocorrect…