Those 70ish Girls

My Cousin, Valerie

Her heart and crown are made of gold

Her beauty a sight to behold

Sweetness oozes from her pores

She listens to the worst of bores

I can only think of one imperfection

She can’t get up from a genuflection

She might be slightly stiff and brittle

But her mind is still fit as a fiddle

Though her memories are mostly intact

There is fiction interspersed with fact

Can you believe she still writes letters

She’s a champion of all dog petters

Her life revolves around family

She truly means the world to me.

Though this poem was written off the cuff

I hope the words will be enough

To let her know how much I love her

So from one old broad to another

I wish you a very happy birthday

There’s nothing more for me to say!