The Birthday Season is upon us.
One more birthday suit on the line.
With a happy return ticket, hop on the bus
where double decker friends pour on like wine.
Mums going into labour.
You’re our heroines for bringing us here.
When you leave us, we miss you forever
and with our dads lift a glass of beer.
It’s another day purring at the window
waiting to be let in to lie on a parchment blanket.
Lay your birth certificate on the pillow
as rain through the roof blots the ink drying wet.