for Lady’s 51st
This past year
you’ve worn the face you earned
your first 50 autumn falls
And a fine face it is
good heart strings
moral bone
With spirit and laughter
to firmly level
here now and after
You walk in good
feel kind
find the fold
You are here
present
giving
I am grateful
for you, to you
for your great full
Smarter than me
and sweeter, kinder
postive, protective, proactive
You go
I follow
we move in music
And such a song
strong
long
Never gone
In 19th year
we still befuddle
the huddle
These words are clumsy
you are not
you are my lot
You me besot
There are feet in inches
measures unknown
you are my standard
Heart
spirit
soul
whole
