hippo birdies

I missed most of your first four decades,
which is probably just as well —
I was kind of an asshole
and you had your own brand of hell;
but all of that stuff about “sunshine through clouds”
and “so happy I’m almost in tears”
is as true as it’s gauche — so you’re stuck with me now,
and here’s to the next forty years!

Happy birthday, spousal unit.