Happy Birthday, Chelsea! ! ! Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

Just once I turned my cluttered head
'twas late here in Down Under
so off I went to find my bed
outside was storm and thunder.
I dreamed that Chelsea turned seventeen
I should have baked a cake,
an applestrudel topped with cream
and then I'd be awake
to join her with a second spoon
and give her mother none
just wait, young girl, so very soon
your teenage years of fun
will be a distant memory
your parents will be old
there is, in you, it seems to me
another heart of gold.