That ‘fortieth’ birthday came with bonuses one
might have estranged - perhaps the intimacies
of growing older with three young daughters is
a range of abstracting conflicts they’re into - or
damned if they’ll play your tune; but of the day
you’re feted and blessed, half-measures there
paled as shades of crimson grew blooms in a
fest of affection you’re definitely assured -
The rest of it flew gentle circuits about hearts
impressed with nearness & depth of the love
orbiting your trajectory - yes you may well be
a 40 yr old but be assured the reflections are
not blithe but discretionary indices of your net
worth as their best ever insurance in life …
© 26 January 2015, I. D. Carswell
For Christian on his 40th birthday
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