One More Year...

One more year for young Shell-gell,
who would have guessed, or could tell,
unless they’re told? She keeps well
beauty, and it’s hard to quell 

her energy and bright smile;
though she’s worn, the “extra mile”
often flows out, like the Nile,
and it’s floods bring silt – fertile 

gift from further up, towards
the source, and thought to be from “gords”.
The gords looked after  the hoards
of gifts for life, and rewards 

for service done, and readied folk
for after-life, both sheila, bloke.
The leader from the gords of course
was the one who ruled with force. 

Though Shell can do that, & more,
I think I’ve seen her before,
and more recently, adore
folk who don’t deserve it, sure; 

and I’m one, who as a kid
(now  ashamed of  what I did),
used her bright trust, when she slid
down the rope from where we hid. 

She is bold, ever-ready.
Her trust gold, and quite steady,
truth be told, her hope’s not “heady”,
‘nher love should-ers more than “Teddy”. 

(re. sister’s birthday, 2014)