Happy birthday dear parents of me...
Our God is the God who redeems,
and uses the stuff
that makes life very tough
to start off more life-giving streams.
The three score years, and ten;
are starting off again
in body weak-en-ing
but spirit being weaned
from God as source of gifts
as mother's milk insists
on helping us enlist,
and keep us in these bods
as tiny baby gods.
And "weaning" has no meaning
of "no more help or fuss"
from who gave suck (herself did tuck
our food and drink in us);
although, it does mean change,
it's less focussed on nappies,
and friendships re-arrange
as we grow up, less "sappy".
Love you two too.
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