It's January 23rd ~
a day I love and hate,
Mixed emotions come upon me
on today, your natal date.
How I lavished you with fancy gifts
to charm you, to beguile,
To tempt you from your small-town-world,
to see you laugh and smile.
Some jigsaw puzzles and perfume,
"For me?!" your eyes shone bright,
You'd don the earrings that I bought,
you'd primp and feign delight.
And there was nothing practical,
each gift was just for show;
Although you were so down-to-earth,
it set your face aglow.
Your graceful hands with scissors
opened each gift carefully,
Your perfect, polished nails just so,
a joy to watch, to see.
Gift-wrap was folded neatly,
ribbons salvaged from the floor;
And I knew that on MY birthday
they'd be in my hands once more.
Then came the cake and candles
and we'd sing the birthday song,
You thought it all a Big To-Do
but always went along.
So on this day
I pray the angels
make a Big To-Do,
With fol-de-rol and fanfare
just for you!
"I thank my God
upon every remembrance
(Philippians 1:3 KJV)
[ by: Connie Hinnen Cook (email@example.com) -- from Connie Hinnen Cook ]
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