Nell: That’s Faye and Poppy at our old window.
Me: It’s one of my favourite photos. They loved each other so much.
Nell: Poppy is watching over her and the family now as a Guardian.
Me: Yes. I like to think she is.
Nell: I can’t believe you didn’t post our poem for Faye’s birthday yesterday.
Me: I was waiting to see if there were any suitable photos from her party I could share, but there weren’t. These days we have to be really careful what we post on social media.
Nell: Never mind. Here’s the poem:
‘I beg your pardon?
What did you just say?
A certain young person
Is six today?
I know it’s not Harriet
And it can’t be Dave.
He’s far too big
And not very brave.
Could it be Johnny?’
‘No, he’s nearly nine.’
‘Or Mummy, or Papa?
I haven’t got time
To keep on guessing
I must know right away.’
‘It’s someone important.’
‘Could it be Faye?’
‘Of course it is Faye
You silly banana.
Who else would it be?
The next door farmer?’
‘It could have been Grandpa.’
‘Now don’t be a fool.
Grandpa’s older than six
And Granny is too.’
‘Well, I’m glad Faye is six
Because down here in Devon
Six is better than five
And not far from seven.’
‘Happy Birthday dear Rainbow.
Have a wonderful day.
We’re so happy to be celebrating
Our adorable Faye.’
Me: Dave is brave, by the way.
Nell: If you say so.
Me: Last year I celebrated with the family in Germany.
Nell: And this year you will be celebrating Chris and Shannon’s wedding in Toronto with them all.
Me: Yes.
Nell: Seeing the photo of Poppy and Faye at the window has made you a little sad, hasn’t it?
Me: It has. Sorry.
