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Birthday Surprise

I am so so glad, to see that you have grown up some.

May I say that you look a little disappointed. Perhaps memory

told a few little piggy porky pies. They're clearly on your mind

as wry and a little female slyly, you toss your hair aside:

"Can you pinch more than an inch?"  Implication being "A mile?"

I understand. I didn't so readily when at the honest age of nine

You beckoned me to the stairs, no parents in sight.

And, naked, you asked me to wait whilst you dressed, a side

of you I felt embarrassed to espy. Never mind, there there.

I remember even then, the twinkle looked set. Never mind.

It's the first time ever I have seen a pantomime.

Puss in boots? It's great to be a child. Flicker and flopper

lunettes around to see better. Awkward, now I have discovered

glasses. Sorry, you keep on glancing to one side. I am aware.

We play Hungry Hippos after eating unknown food, such fun.

It's the best time I've had in a while. I could really enjoy

your company.  You keep on looking to one side. And then

at the end. You have endured the trial. Transition is your

birthday present. You have accepted. Resigned.

Happy Birthday, F. The door waves goodbye.

- Simon Huggins, 30th April 2002