Homage to my skull

How often have I thought: thank God for my skull!
Especially the cranium and its bones frontal, parietal,
occipital, temporal, sphenoid and ethmoid,
without which my brain, that centre of all life activity
would long ago have been jostled and juggled into useless jelly
rather than protected from this fall and that one,
a bump here and there and here again,
and, above all, the punch and slash across my forehead
that required three dozen stitches
but only broke my cartilaginous nose.
Nourished from the start, if not by mother’s milk,
then from fully-functional formula,
and enriched even now by vitamins and “calcium plus D”,
you, skull, are indeed a crowning glory.