Eleanore Mary Anne

Eleanore you are the eldest of us three

You are the one who has always been there for me

Do we always agree? Hardly!

But then we have always been free to agree or disagree

You drove me to therapy and they thought you were my mother

Well that’s better then being mistaken for my brother

You helped type my papers when I was in school

You typed 100 words a minute, mother didn’t raise no fool

We’ve kept in touch over the years

Eventually you went from older sister to my peer

You stood for me as I wed

Somehow the years have sped

And now it’s your birthday and you’re still older

Lean on me kid and cry on my shoulder

Or lift your glass and embrace what’s becoming

Your best year yet! So march to your own drumming!