Birthday

[tectak]

One year the kids made a photo mosaic,
a diary from warmness to winter’s decaying:
the feeding of bottles and reading of stories,
my hair set in bobbles, the family guffawing;
teaching the beautiful game in the garden,
patiently building sandcastles and snowmen;
watching barbarians ruin my labours
as youngsters mutate into surly teenagers.
My long dark locks are whitened and thinning;
this worshipping congregation has risen
as if all sins were forgot or forgiven
and I a declining church or religion,
desirous of presence and shows of devotion:
receiving lip-service and mere gift tokens.

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Just my cup of tea. Perfect....and I won't retract.You write what I read. You say what I hear and you express what I understand. Are you sure you are not me?
Great stuff.
Best,
trctak