Stella is five today, she’ll make the most of a case
claiming she’s really 18 and therefore perceived to
be free of all parental restriction; it won’t be radical
or different from where she’s always been at - free
of reserve, if only in that it’s her first prize - & she’ll
be glad with little ado to share on her own terms, if
we make way for an occasional peccadillo; there’s
enough established sense thus to not demur
But we’re looking at a prodigy - and the beginning
of an era where what seems to matter fails to ‘gel’
because there’s insufficient latitude - yet she also
carries Ingrid as name to witness that beautiful or
beloved she’ll be someone to contend with, mark
her words on that, & hearken to what she says …
© 16 August 2015, I. D. Carswell
On the occasions of Granddaughter Stella Ingrid's
fifth birthday
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