A Special Day

It’s my mum’s birthday,

Hip, hip, hooray,

She is seventy-eight

And looking great,

I look after her

And she after me:

My older brother

Is taking her for tea. 

I’m seeing her later on,

I hope she has some fun,

She has been down of late,

But is far from heaven’s gate.

Her partner, who has dementia

Will not remember it’s October. 

© Andrew Stevenson 26/10/2017

 

A sonnet.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.