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

In case anyone’s interested,
I’d like the superpower of “Folding” for my birthday.
It cuts out the middle man
to command space and time
with no bureaucracy.

Like a cosmic calendar with tricky bits.
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 60,000 years ago.
I’d wait in the shade of a date palm,
on the banks of the Nile,
bouncing rocks off the skulls of crocodiles,
keeping an eye out to the south.
I would get a fire going and
cook hot dogs and hamburgers,
and have beer chilling on ice.
History’s first tailgate.

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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