Birthday Surprise

I am so so glad, to see that you have
grown up some.
May I say that you look a little
disappointed. Perhaps memory
told a few little piggy porky pies.
They're clearly on your mind
as wry and a little female slyly, you
toss your hair aside:
"Can you pinch more than an
inch?"  Implication being "A mile?"

I understand. I didn't so readily
when at the honest age of nine
You beckoned me to the stairs, no
parents in sight.
And, naked, you asked me to wait
whilst you dressed, a side
of you I felt embarrassed to espy.
Never mind, there there.
I remember even then, the twinkle
looked set. Never mind.

It's the first time ever I
have seen a pantomime.
Puss in boots? It's great to be a
child. Flicker and flopper
lunettes around to see better.
Awkward, now I have discovered
glasses. Sorry, you keep on
glancing to one side. I am aware.

We play Hungry Hippos after eating
unknown food, such fun.
It's the best time I've had in a
while. I could really enjoy
your company.  You keep on
looking to one side. And then
at the end. You have endured the
trial. Transition is your
birthday present. You have accepted.
Resigned.
Happy Birthday, F. The door waves
goodbye.