Profuse Apologies

A little humour from Frank after he and Eva forgot to celebrate their youngest child's birthday during her last year of high school. This poem was given personally to Joyce the next day, complete with this hand-drawn tear-filled face (from a time long before emoticons were invented). 

We are so sorry we forgot

to celebrate with “honey-pot”

her happy birthday for this year;

we love her lots—see here, see here!

But we have each passed one you know,

and as we do, we older grow;

life gets involved as we decline,

in strength and mem’ry, yet we shine

with gobs of love for every one—

for Joycie dear and for each son;

by in-law daughters, we’re so blessed,

and the grandkids, they’re the best!

But, come to think of it, you now

are nineteen, memory sharp, and how!

We wonder though, perhaps did you

chance to forget your birthday too?

fpn/Dec.1976