Might have been a brighter day - any early chat with
Charlotte redresses dross left over from droll origins
of recovered sleep; but it wasn’t to be, Oliver’s team
photos take a pride of place, & I will get to see them;
so we delay our Skype session for a day. She’ll be a
whole year senior then, at least in the way we say it,
and at seven - quite capable of correcting my lapses
in grammar with a stylistic giggle she owns capably
So little Lady, have a magnificent day, we’ll sip upon
the nectar later when duties to a younger generation
allow us surcease of age - they are celebrations you
can bank comfortably - like a deposit for days yet to
differentiate whose pleasure extends delight we like
most to bathe in - and in that your’s surely wins
© 23 July 2016, I. D. Carswell
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