A special Birthday

An old black watch and gingham shirt
warm smiles and sparkling eyes
sweet mischief and charm all the way.

The journey of a thousand miles
taxis, “not trains", you had said
holding hands all along

goofy grins and lazy strides
walking till we found a ride
or a place to sit and munch on thoughts

Meeting new faces. Saying a “hi”
Shying away from crowds and light.
And malls-those noisy places of delight!

Smooching, snuggling, kissing and cuddling,
and yays! Cos you’re taller than me!
And sweet nothings and ice creams

But so much more there was and is
a promise of something more and sweet.
If only you showed up more quick!

So I’ll resign myself to this
and sending little kisses your way
wishing you a lovely birthday !

Pic courtesy-moi-même!

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