Not many reach this august age
No shop-bought cards have Ninety-Four
You're a rare pearl – that's for sure!
I can't help wondering how you feel
High numbers make my senses reel
So many lives rolled into one;
Dawn of life in Kenyan sun
Pink country on colonial map
Independence swept away all that
A changing world, wars come and go
A way of life I could not know...
A true survivor flying high
Hands-on, active, smart and spry
A volunteer in mature years
Mum, you've earned your golden spurs!
So many never reach this date
You've got good genes – not for debate
I marvel at you, birthday Mum
Your stamina is next to none!
(c) Poet in the woods 2017
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