Nici’s Gift Poem Poem by Margaret Alice Second

Written For My Birthday

Marilese, Marilese…

It’s your birthday
You’re such a flower girl…
You’re never where you’re supposed to be!

Never listening.
A head full of dreams and all
kinds of fairy things,

You sing in the halls
and sometimes sleep on the couch
but that’s not all.

You wander this house, like a ghost
checking things out. We get a fright
when you appear and scream

Oh dear! ..
A woman is messing in my
room, moving things…

What’s a person
to do with a flower girl
such as that?

Guess there’s only one thing to do
love the girl, well I
guess that’s that.

[Thank you to my daughter, Nici, who wrote this poem
on the envelope of the lovely card she gave me.]