My clever mum, who would have turned 98 this Saturday, the 15th, wrote this:
Happy birthday to me
for I am now 33
Happy birthday once more
for I am now 34
Happy birthday to me
Welcome back 33
She used to recite it & I'm not sure how to punctuate her dramatic pauses. Nor can I lay my hands on a photo of her around that age. Much later she would say, I look in the mirror & wonder who that old lady is. She kept a youthful spirit & a belief in possibility, which was part of what attracted people to her.