Mary is 67

Twenty fourteen our annus mirabilis

Though this tends towards the crass

It could be a mis-spelled reference

To some amazing ass

 

Instead we have the memory

Of family thrice brought together

The house renewed (after thirty years)

In the glorious summer weather

 

With a wicked grin and a porridge bowl

We coasted through the year

Jelly for Jem, white wine for me

And for you the occasional beer

 

And through it all my love for you

Grew stronger by the day

What we have I know for sure

Will stay and stay and stay

 

With you my love I wish to be

You bring me great content

The day we met I still recall

In truth, t'was heaven sent

 

Intelligence and fortune good

A combination of the two

However it was that made it so

I'm glad I'm here with you