Now, to be sure, one doesn’t ask a woman’s age. One just shan’t. On this day we celebrate my mother’s birthday, how old she turns, nobody knows. Except those who know what year she was born, and are particularly adept at maths.
Evelina and I were recently state side, and we brought along a present for my mother, yes it was a bit in advance, but she opened it, and I think she was satisfied. It was a canvas with a saying that she came up with, and I put together and had printed.
I thought the sentiment would make a nice poem, so as a gift on your actual day, here’s a poem for you Mum:
Run away the worries,
Run away the pain,
Run away the badgering thoughts,
Through wind and sun and rain.
Run to find happiness
Run to find your peace
Run to find a dollop of joy
Cross muddy fields and streets.
Run to run
For running is fun
More fun in the sun, I say!