An awe-filled age

An awe-filled age,
not to be misinterpreted
by arthritic clichés or sagging epithets,
this was the era of endeavour, and there,
in centre stage, mid scene, the most
stunning sister you have ever seen.

She was radiant, not just beautiful
– that is flatulence compared
with expressions of Vesuvius,
an exception and a rare proclivity.
To think she was just one of us,
an ordinary soul who cared,
and still delights,
dared to break a mould,
yet shared her triumph, aired
and spread her faerie wings in flight.

Had she aspired to dizzy heights
she could have flown the coup of sedentary vision,
but it was decision time, she knew
collisions of the course she flew
would reeve her heart but she was smart
and good enough to guarantee her soul
was always true.

And where she flew was there into
the learning children’s hearts.
We love you still, we always will,
and bless you Faye, Happy Birthday!
© I.D. Carswell

Big sister is 67 today. My, how time flies!