Emma

you have such a giving way, you bring me Bollinger, on my birthday, what can we do alone, without this sense, to lives of our own, wine pours down my face, like a Christening, you fire the Angel cake, are we here or gone, without a stitch to spin with, we laugh at the unknown, choose to list or waste, our jellied lives in richness, get called upon to pray, you stumble along the way, like a rhythm of the sea, all the trips we make, on greatest days, awash with forgiveness, are easy to celebrate, your beautiful spirit.