For Frances
Birthdays increase and lessen in import,
Impervious to upward, steady climb.
Reflecting on a life both sweet and short,
Two primes; our mean, it seems, is also prime!
However much remains, I do not care;
Days spent with you are all that I could ask.
And still, you leave me breathless, short on air:
Your ever-loving man behind the mask!
Copyright © Jeff Kyser | Year Posted 2022
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