October seventeenth ninety sixty one ...

Born sixty one years ago,

the follow poem from your bro

transmitted courtesy flagship
named Jacques-Yves Cousteau

constituting countless ones and zeroes

instantaneously traversing cyberspace

as packeted, framed dataflow

binary digits bit of information

to acknowledge when

thee transitioned being an embryo

(approximately the second

to eighth week after fertilization)

approximately nine months prior,

whose birth marked debut

of bouncing daddy's little girl,
whose inquisitiveness nourished

birthed perception buzzfeeding
capital one earthlinked baby
fostering, kickstarting, and

orchestrating cognitive aptitude,

who throughout storied existence,

which kudos ye

proudly promulgate to and fro
hither and yon across
social media platforms
understandably, opportunistically, and

humbly letting family and friends
across the webbed wide world

know amazing accomplishments,

when ye did initially grow

from being precocious genetic pedigree

into a whip smart self confident

globe trotter, whose curriculum vitae

dwarfs (by powers of seven)

feeble accomplishments of mine,

went thee invested with a heigh-ho

positive state of mind
every endeavor undertaken

(in one physically gruelling instance)
biking, hiking, riding

to your private Idaho
(fast as a B-52)

versus humdrum life of one common Joe,

whose heightened perception
aside from singing the praises

of admiration toward youngest sister

after countless years, he failed to know

about her trials and tribulations
exercising your potential to the maximum
invariably feeling dog tired

with a dose of lumbago
thrown in for good measure

nevertheless adept as bilingual person

quite helpful travelling

to Spanish speaking countries
during your roaring twenties off to Mexico,
and just recently taking a jaunt
to Portugal donned accruing
vibrant sense and sensibility

treasuring richly pocketing nouveau

memories attracting natural outgrow
of ardent followers, whether online
or in flesh, who clamor for selfie photo

with thee and steadfast husband
unlike henpecked wife of mine

enjoyable as pesky miss Quito

who pesters me to get off computer
so she can binge watch Netflix
hence adieu as I hop on my cubii
off to complete

another stationary roadshow.