An old friend of mine achieved a milestone birthday a few days ago. He’s in Canada, so I couldn’t make the trip. This is what I wrote for him:
A WALK IN THE PARK
What shall I wear for my party?
My shirt with the brightest of stripes?
Or shall I dress more subdued –
In manner and mood –
And go for the dimmest of lights?
Shall I manage to stay very sober
Or give way to a dozen pink gins?
Shall I fear that my pleasures are over –
Or announce that the fun just begins?
What shall I say to my family?
I fear I may stumble, or weep,
But I know that they think I’m amazing
And won’t chide if I fail to speak.
I know that I’ll think about Mother –
Her hats with the feathers and veils,
And I’ll wish that she’d ghost at my party,
As I’m spinning my jokes and my tales.
I know that they’ll sing Happy Birthday,
As the candles all glow in the dark,
And I’ll say that I’m glad I’ve been given
A life that’s a walk in the park!
He said it was a lovely poem. He especially liked the reference to his Mother who was a very glamorous milliner in her day!