Me: I can’t believe Faye is two today. She was a baby the last time I saw her.
Nell: I’ve written a poem. Would you like to hear it?
Me: I would love to.
Nell: ‘Now gather round please
I have something to say
Today is an awfully BIG sort of day.
It’s a day for balloons
And presents and such,
Eating chocolate for breakfast
And ice cream for lunch.’
‘But what about tea?’
‘For Goodness Sake,
Spaghetti, of course
And lots of cake.’
‘Well, I’m just guessing
But if you asked me
And most of the animals
On land and at sea
I think it’s a somebody’s birthday today
And I think that the somebody
Might just be FAYE.’
‘Of course it is Faye
Who else could it be?
It’s not Dave or Harriet,
Or Poppy or me.’
‘Faye has a birthday
Can it be true?
How old is she then?’
‘I think she is two.
She can’t be three
Because Jonathan is four
And he’s her big brother
And much older I’m sure.’
‘Fayely Whaley is two?
Can it be so?
She was only one yesterday
Where did time go?’
‘Never you mind about time,
Fetch your hat,
And Malcolm and Gladys,
Knitwear Wolf and The Cat.
This is a happy and wonderful day
Where we all get to celebrate
Our dear darling Faye.
So Happy Birthday Rainbow
From all of us here,
Especially Granny and Grandpa
Who hold you so dear.
Let’s wave our paws
And kick up our hooves
And fluff up our feathers
And banish the blues.
Because Birthdays are for dancing
And happiness and fun.
Just know you are loved
So much little one.’
Me: It’s perfect. Thank you.
Nell: No tears. You will see them all again soon. Trust me.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
