Happy Birthday today to our friend, Robyn and yesterday to our friend Karen. Of course, just a week ago it was Marilyn’s birthday too. I don’t have a poem for everyone but here is Marilyn’s birthday poem written by our friend, Jeff.
The Birthday Girl
O, Marilyn, Marilyn, where do I start,
This poem about you comes from the heart.
You came into this world a long time past,
You’ve had a whirlwind life; it has gone so fast.
You grew up at Russell Vale, down near the ‘Gong
And you loved to party while singing your song.
You loved to play games and you loved to dress up
Your childhood was happy and full was your cup.
You mastered the piano at just fifteen
And you became a teacher, talented and keen.
Your family life was the envy of all
Reflecting your life so far, you’ve had a ball.
Then tall, dark and handsome, there came a brave knight
Sir John the school teacher suited you just right.
A couple of years on, young Jamie was born,
A close-knit family and a brand new dawn.
Your affinity with kids, from small to teens
And organising skills that had to be seen,
Led to a position that you hold so dear
House Mistress in charge for many a year.
So now you organise Jamie and John
And anyone else who by chance comes along.
You love socialising and still like dressing up
And drink Lemon Tea from your favourite cup.
At holiday time you know what to do
From Dilston to London and Kathmandu
With envy we listen to places you’ve been
To emulate you, we can only dream.
You’re a whiz ‘round the house, everything’s clean
Spare a thought for your hard-worked washing machine!
A place for everything and put it back, please
And cover your mouth if you happen to sneeze.
So, Marilyn, from those who hold you so dear
A big Happy Birthday, I’m so glad we’re here.
Drink lots of bubbles and even get tipsy
Then kick up your heels like a merry old gypsy.
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