aunt, the happiest of birthdays!
On this day your quiet soul should sing!
Rejoice in all the pleasure that this one day
Must to the kids who love you surely bring!
You, who give so much, should now be taking
All the affection we poor souls can show.
Understand this little fuss we're making
Nowhere near comes close to where we go,
Touched by love more true than we can know.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon