On my birthday I thought I’d share my poem about the wonder of birth.
nine months of waiting is complete,
of aching back and pushing feet,
of awkward sleep and food to crave,
examinations, smiles brave;
quick shave, warm shower, all is done –
the time has come – the term has run:
it’s nature’s call
this primal urge
another wave
another surge
the urgent push
that must repeat
increasingly
it’s steady beat
contraction leads
to brief respite
to take deep breaths
lie back and wait
the midwife says
the ending nears
another push
the head appears
relief floods in –
a breathing space –
a final push
you’re face to face
it’s over now – a prize worth winning,
the end is just the new beginning
marilyn unmasked 
Aw no, I missed it! I’m so sorry, it was the day before I went away. This is late but…
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU, HAPPY BIIIIIRTTTHDAAAAY DEAR MAAAAAAZZZZ, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU! 🌷 ♥
Caz xxxx
You’re so special, special! Think my echolalia is trying to rise above the parapet so I’ll leave the song there. We’re off again tomorrow – Peak District and West Riding Yorkshire – only away for two nights. Going through Standedge, longest canal tunnel at 3 miles, followed by evening wonders at an Illumined Rievaulx Abbey. They say we can drive to the Abbey rather than joining the coach because of Blue Badge card and ‘social probs’ with the autism. Sometimes people can be so understanding it makes up for the times when the others just suck! Know that feeling? You’re probably sick of the added difficulties of having Invisible (therefore Non-Existent!?) health issues. You have been so incredible over the past week or so. Great having you back, and hope you’re back feeling great soon. ❣❣