I got a string of blue beads dangling from my silver birthday
Declined Two lunch offers and a sleepover to be precise
For someone fond of giving it's hard to receive such offers
The company of Fathers nonetheless gave meaning to my coffers
A man ages once and needs to be cautious
With so many priorities it's good to keep your options in contracts
Wrote two long speeches to those I needed to care
Only one followed up while the other never bothered
It's my mum and dad who in the end did matter
A silent pack of relations muted the one or two voices that loved her
They say I should keep my eleven kids stuffed in a foster
While their deadbeat fathers are only seen in campaign posters
Sobbed through the afternoon then kept the silver tears in a bottle
It was my patient big girl who reminded my God to be a Father
Wiped away my tears and new I was important
For that scribbled note from a friend did dance to the songs of my sisters
Love and laughter are consistent but decluttered
For I lost six crosses on my way to Golgotha
I once carried too much weight on the ruins of my shoulder
Letting go didn't work but trying did hold her
I've found three little birds that rise with my morning sun
Frothy morning delights that indeed are a treasure for a wounded one
I've got six thousand kisses remaining before I go yonder
Why were February delights never available when I was younger?
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Feb 6th 2017
Happy Birthday Jimmy
