Me: I can’t believe Jonathan is four today.
Nell: Yes, it seems only yesterday that he was three.
Me: You’re on form today. Do you know that was the last time we went on the big beach?
Nell: I know, but we will be going back there in October when dogs are allowed again.
Me: Yes.
Nell: I have written him a poem. Would you like to hear it?
Me: Yes, please.
Nell: ‘Why are you dancing
With a balloon in your paw?
It’s somebody’s birthday
Of that I am sure.
It’s somebody special
But who can it be?
Shall we start guessing
While we drink our tea?
A cake shaped like a rocket?
That gives me a clue
That someone likes rockets
The question is who.
It’s a someone who knows
An awful lot about space
And planets and stars
And rockets that race.
If I shut my eyes tightly
And fluff out my hair
I can see who it is
As if I was there.
He’s surrounded by presents
All over the floor
It’s Jonathan Sky
And he’s turning Four.
His Mummy and Papa
And little sister Faye
Are all clapping their hands
At this wonderful day.
Granny and Nell
And Grandpa and Dave
And Poppy and Harriet
Are giving a wave.
They want you to know
They love you so much
All the way to the moon
And the planets and such.
Now, Two is quite lovely
And Three is nice, too
But nothing beats Four
So Happy Birthday to you.’
Me: That’s perfect, Nell.
Nell: Just like Jonathan.
Me: Yes. And little Faye.
Nell: Just like them all.
Me: Yes. I miss them so much.
Nell: Today is about celebrating Jonathan Sky and the joy of being four. So no tears.
Me: Yes, it is. Sorry.
