There she lay as angels watched and prayed; they even glory in watching her slumber…
They hear she is an ex-queen but wonder at our mistake – they see a goddess!
Slowly she slides out of her sleep cruising at rousing altitude
The 5th of December beckons with new promises
Her talk and walk, writings and tweets; her strut and thoughts, ‘laffs & baffs’ burning up space in our heart of hearts…
Even if you don’t like her, you hate that you love her
If I had a genie moment, I’d love to be all of me and her at full blast
Arise and shine, from glory to glory; jewel of inestimable value!
The next one year will absolutely dwarf the last ten…
Happy birthday wumie!