To you my dearest chick I send this night
My love and birthday greetings, that they may
Like blossom from some Maytime fruit tree fall
Upon your pillow as you lie asleep,
And linger on your eyes and on your lips
And every part of you that I do know,
And tell you in your dreaming how I miss
Your patient love and gentle womanhood.

To Judy in Italy on her birthday
1966