Well, here it is —
My Birthday:
What I would have given to hear you say
Happy Birthday Sara, then go on to say
It’s 44 years today since I was in Kuwait, when I had a telegram to tell me you had been born, and in the evening I went out to celebrate with my work mates and some locals, we had non-alcoholic champagne as alcohol was banned, some people didn’t know it was non-alcoholic and got a little merry
(we still got the metal bit that was on the cork to this day) …

You named me Sara Lea after the chocolate gateau you lived off,
And shams, which means sun in the sky & also the name of the wife of one of the locals you became friendly with —
Your friends nicknamed me Sara Malaccam (especially Bobby)
Malaccam means hello how are you (hope I’ve spelt it right)

You didn’t get to see me until you came home on the 13th —
Which that date seems funny now, as a year later on the 13th your only son Kenneth was born, after having 3 girls …

I love you dad,
Miss you dearly,
All my love,
Always and Forever XX