David Hockney
sixties enfant terrible
has not aged well
© Rachel Green January 2026
On Thy Sister's Birthday
Although we have not met for many years
thou occupy my thoughts most every day
I think of thee with love as thy birthday nears
and fond memories of thee have come to sway.
An early recollection comes to mind
upon a back lawn full of daisies wild
where thou wouldst give a "helicopter ride"
to a shrieking, also gleeful, child.
Thou chaperoned a party for my friends
(our mum wrote "Happy Birday" on the cake)
a treasure hunt throughout the house did wend
thus such a decent childhood did you make.
And teaching me to ride a mighty horse
and fetching me from Brighton in due course.
© Rachel Green January 2026
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