Happy Birthday Tante Viola! Poem by Chantal Lammerts

Years pass by, following the months and days,
But growing up you can do in many ways,
The years teach much which the days never knew,
In which women learned to shoo their age, away they flew,
This is knowledge that I’ll now share with you,
So listen carefully, and do exactly as I tell you to,
Listen to your friends and family, for they have pure hearts,
And read this so called poem, in little parts.

“Because Age is an issue of mind over matter,
If you don't mind, it doesn't matter.”

And your age doesn’t matter to us,
So smile, no fights, complaints nor fuss!

Have you heard of the well of everlasting youth?
Well, can you keep a secret? Tell the truth!
Fine, this is another secret I’ll share with you, I will,
It’s a secret that is well kept, after all those years still,
It is a secret that every woman desires to know,
And now, this tiny poem will make it show,
So prepare yourself and breathe deeply,
You’re lucky, this secret is coming to you cheaply...

The well of youth is next to the stone of age,
Both created by something more powerful than a mage,
More powerful than those in your wildest imagination,
Made by the true power of all creation,
It is made by pure, unconditional love,
Set free by a blinding snow-white dove,
The only thing you have to do, to reach the residence of them both,
Is to open the cage and fly away from what you loath,
If you’d like to grow up, you push away the fear of the well’s water,
Or to stay forever young, you put a stop to the stone’s aging slaughter,
One sentence is needed to complete the spell forever,
One sentence and a faith that will help you in your endeavour,
So believe and say, loud enough for yourself and friends to hear,
The water of the well will nourish me till time’s end, the stone I no longer fear.

This sounds like magic, does it not?
Don’t worry I assure you it’s easier than it looks,
For you first have to realize what you’ve got,
Our unconditional love, better even than described in books,
We will love you young and old,
Cold and warm,
No matter what you’re told,
For us you’ll always have your charm,
You stay the age you desire to be,
As long as you drink from the well in all our hearts,
Then I hope the light you’ll see,
And read Age’s losing poker cards...

So dear aunt of mine,
Please tell me you’ll be fine,
Because, Viola, it’s your birthday, yes it is,
And you’ll never find a day as full as love for you as this.

We all love you and (off course...) wish you a very happy—non aging—birthday! ! ! ! !

Ciaowa! Xx chantal

A/N: this was part of my 'birthday cart' for my aunt, her birthday is in January and my mom is just visiting her in Mexico... wish I could be there. If you read this, tante viola, than a happy (exciting, great, spectacular, rich and in any way perfect) birthday! We all miss you here!
btw. hope you all liked it