
Birthday celebrations,
Red ribbons tied,
On presents bright.
Kind wishes, extra kisses,
Eager faces, family waiting.
Nearer to forty than you want to be.
Days stretch out like fallen ribbons.
Answers found to questions asked,
In a search that had you turned around,
Sad petals fall away.
Yesterday’s gone, yet we carry on…
© Anita Dawes 2021