Twenty-Four and Two-Thirds

My apologies for the delay, I have completed my course of antibiotics for my eye problem, then was on holiday in England for two weeks. Today is my wife’s birthday, here is this year’s poem:

Twenty-Four and Two-Thirds

Twenty-four and two-thirds old is not so bad to be,
Especially when most of that has been spent here with me.
I’ve seen you at your very best, I’ve seen you at your worst
I’ve seen the way you always work to put all others first.

All the chaos and the noise that you’re forced to endure,
All the troubles and complaints and annoyed demands for more
You deserve far better than we give you every day,
So we thought we’d try to gladden you in another way. Continue reading

Mum to Be

The talented artist who did the cover and internal artwork for Nobility Among Us has a birthday tomorrow and is expecting her first child after many years of longing for such a blessing, so here’s to you, Anna! (I don’t know if it’s going to be a boy or girl, so if it does turn out to be a girl, please replace all instances of his/him with her.)

Mum to Be

Mum to be at thirty-seven
Waiting for a piece of heaven
In human form to join the world
His beauty slowly here unfurled

Days of discomfort, restless nights,
Aching backs and little frights,
Hormones toss and turn your moods,
Grant appetites for curious foods.

At times you’ll feel you cannot cope;
Those storms will pass, do not lose hope.
Pain like you’ve never known will come
But then at last you’ll be a mum.

A look upon your baby sweet
Will fill your heart with love complete
The challenges have just begun
As you walk down the path marked “Mum”

Adventures, joys, discoveries
An album of sweet memories
And messes, tears and nappies piled
All worth it when you see him smile.