It’s my brother’s birthday. The big 3-0. He reads big books and uses big words and has big feet and a big cat. Now he has a big number age. He’s off somewhere piling on degrees and tooting his horn, but when we see him he’s still a pretty good brother and a spectacular uncle. Happy Birthday Matt.
So, here are a couple photos of Matt being avuncular – back when he was in his 20’s.
And, here’s a little poem of what I imagine his life is like – in between piling on degrees and tooting his horn. Mostly, I assume his cat keeps him in line.
“Uncle Matt: And Finnegan the Bachelor Cat”
Finnegan is an orange tabby with a flair for the dramatic
Uncle Matt is low-key and unquestionably phlegmatic.
Uncle Matt is a musician and scholar of sorts.
Finnegan: a rascal by all reports.
The two live together in a one-bedroom hovel
Squeezed together between piles of novels.
Hundreds of books and stacks of CD’s
Support the walls and threaten their peace.
Though Eliot and Auden might be sublime
Finnegan will not trifle with meter or rhyme.
Bach and Coltrane are sorted with care
But Finnegan disregards such methodical airs.
Uncle Matt organizes, shuffles, and stacks.
Finnegan swats, purrs, and occasionally attacks.
These tomes of wisdom and discs of tones
Are the unlikely glue holding together this home.
For when each is settled and truce is restored
They pause together with a book off the floor.
I’m holding out on giving the real gift until I see you again. #becausesister