60/40 II (The day)

The day has arrived
the one after Solstice
so the light will be with us til late
And here in midsummer
down on the beach
the atmosphere will be great

We’ve friends who are coming
from miles away
we have not seen for some time
So you can be sure
that we’ll celebrate
and that everything will be fine

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The beach is a birthday

At the beach hut on my birthday
(I was sixty yesterday)
And whilst not exactly sunny
It was perfect anyway
The sea was like a diamond
Flat calm, a lovely sight
Mirror-like, reflecting
the sky above so bright

60 (aka ‘Born to the sun again’)

I’ve seen sixty summers
and have loved every one
For back in the fifties
I was born to the sun

A child of a Thursday
I had far to go
And I’m still on the journey
and still in the flow

I’ve memories a plenty
and a lot more to come
for this child of the summer
who was born to the sun

A 60th tale

A day out in Lewes
with the girls in the sun
Browsing antique shops
and all having fun
Here for Sal’s sixtieth
Celebrations start here
Two months for us all
in this special year

December

No.4 of 12 in the Jemverse ’12 months II’ series

December comes and tradition
sees the tree go up tonight
Decorations hanging all around
‘most everywhere in sight

For us it sees a birthday
Holly’s twenty-five this year
and sharing it with Christmas
always brings us all good cheer

RINGS AROUND THE SUN

By Charles Robert Lindholm

It Was A Birthday Gathering
With Cake And Lots Of Candles
Blazing On Top Of It
Waiting To Be Blown Out

A SIMPLE BIRTHDAY WISH

By Charles Robert Lindholm

My Birthday Wish Is Simple
It’s The Same One Every Year

A BIRTHDAY WISH

By Charles Robert Lindholm

A Birthday’s Just A Number
That’s What I Hear Them Say
You’re Only As Old As You Think You Are
So I Think I’ll Be Younger Today

Tradition

3 of 5 in the Jemverse ’31’ series

It’s becoming a tradition
as this is the second year
February seventeen
and a walk to have a beer
We’re spoilt for choice in Sussex
with the hills to take us there
So here’s to many more years still
this special day to share

Piper in the Weald

1 of 5 in the Jemverse ’31’ series

Heading down Fulking Escarpment
with a piper to herald the way
The entourage headed down to the pub
on this lovely February day
The view of the Weald was breathtaking
as it always is in the sun
The company laughing and happy
and having plenty of fun

Mother Nature (5) – Holly

Celebrating nature over
seven vibrant days
Her hand of wonder covered
in seven different ways

Day five, eighth of December
and in nineteen ninety-three
Our youngest daughter born to us
and named (of course) Holly

Birthday (aka ‘Born to the sun’)

I’ve seen fifty-eight summers
and have loved every one
For back in the fifties
I was born to the sun

Happy Birthday Duke

Photo by Linda Rose

It’s been a full year, since you first joined our clan
and hid yourself there inside my bag.
You didn’t quite know what to make of us,
all coo-ey, and huggy, and making a fuss.
Our kitchen floor had you splayed on all fours
’til we brought you upstairs to the carpeted floor.

Happy Easter & Birthday, To You, Mom – form writing

Hello Grandma,

I know it seems hard

when you’re wanting to say

“I love you”

with a visit or stay.

Birthday Request

“Pillars of Creation”: Hubble photo of interstellar gas and dust in the Eagle Nebula, some 6,500-7,000 light years from Earth where stars are born

I asked for the superpower of “Folding” for my birthday.
It cuts out the middle man:
Gimme a calendar with tricky bits, I said.
I’d fold weeks, months, years, centuries together,
jump to any time, past or future.

The first would be hanging with
the first human band to walk out of Africa .

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Fifty third anniversary
Of my first suicide attempt,
Cord around my neck
Locked in the breech,

And Lavender…

One would think that for my birthday
something yellow would appear
Yet though that’s my favourite colour
Something else gives better cheer

Happy Birthday Emily Rose

We have a birthday in our house today
it makes us feel quite old
For nine and twenty years ago
when it was pretty cold
a daughter was our first born child
in Brighton in the snow
Back in the last century
It seems so long ago

June II

The month of summer solstice
Midsummer’s day and Thursday’s child
Is here at last, I’m pleased to say
So on this day I smiled

Pops

 

For fourteen years in thirty-nine
You gave me life and more
But God had other plans in mind
When you left in seventy-four

Grandma’s First Love

I wrote this a year ago, but today is my grandson’s 5th birthday so it seemed appropriate to post it today.

A Grandma’s First Love

Fat little fingers

Ten perfect toes

Hair like down

And a cute little nose

A tiny blessing in blue

Today a mom was born

Oh, what a special day

It was the birth of Soren

Mary Frances

I’ve never met Mary Frances
But picture her as she dances
See her I do as a true Irish lass
Where daughters get their sass.

My Mast Friend !

Between the tensed, nervous & confused First Year faces,
There stood a Girl one amongst the special cases.

Not worried about the new environment,
Proud & confident of her solid temperament.

Kidding, jerking, fun loving was her nature,
Isolated from the dull alike faces, I found this creature.

People said she’s a Social Guru,
Jaha mauka milta wahi pe ho jati shuru.

Birthday Musings

There’s nothing like a birthday to remind yourself
how old you really are….

As a ONE year old,
You stare wide-eyed in wonder- slightly bemused, a little irritable,

with a thumb in your mouth, somewhere in a corner,

Wondering what the commotion’s all about…..

as your parents go out of their way

to make your birthday memorable,

One that you can now barely remember!

The day before a birthday ..

Of all the raindrops
All the day lights
All the birthday gifts
and all the colorful boxes

Of All the smiles and
the love poems
Of all the hearty songs
and all the funny quotes