(Because she loves daffodils, reads all my scribbles and is the best neighbour anyone could have.)
On her 60th – 10th June 2015
Never short for anything, tried to write a poem, words wouldn’t do, for this lively laughing you.
Friends across the road, bridge over troubled water, cake and coffee sharers, key holders, panic calmers, who groan at jokes and puns. The front door blind curtains up – to dazzle razzle jazz hands! – we take a bow.
Loving, laughing, lively,
Zany zealous friend!