Today,
an undisclosed
(but very distinguished)
number of years ago,
a tiny boy was born
2 months prematurely.
He developed
a serious case
of hydrocephalus
and the doctors weren't at all sure
he would survive
to be normal.
Happily,
they were right,
but not in a way they expected:
my Farmer
is anything
but normal,
and I am so pleased
to be his wife
and the mother of his children
into whom
he so tenderly
pours himself.
Happy Birthday, my beloved!
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| my Farmer at his farm, with his banjo & the produce he so capably grows |
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