Birthday Tidings For My Eldest Sister
egad, you possibly exclaim come december first two thousand and seven
five decades sped by at the blink of an eye
days of adolescence, and infancy so tender and mild seemed like heaven
such quick lightning speed of life prompts ye to go slack jawed well nigh.
whence boyce and (the late) harriet harris poured heartfelt glee
patterson, new jersey pinpoints the birthplace arc with a life of relative bliss
role of newfound parenthood which eventually brought siblings totaling three
this second born (and only bro) and a younger precocious and often envious
sis.
the half century mark of being resident on earth
most likely seems to deliver utter disbelief
especially when with a little bit of effort ye can remember life soon after birth
from the one whose passage (mom) might still trigger momentary bouts of
grief.
progression toward senescence forces greater awareness of mortality without
choice
this concept to confront the grim reaper most difficult challenge each of must
face
taking stock of unique existential tapestry a weave of sadness and those to
rejoice
some seem to possess ability toward progression of aging with dignity and
grace.
how to reckon with beast of burden integrating ways to meet nemesis with a
scythe
a private challenge each of us must confront with our own battle ax
reconciling countdown with demise raises question of purpose being born only
to die
yet some purpose driven meaning needs be found to enjoy existence to the
max.
i, this middling progeny and sole male harris heir
wishes to impart his own sage advice gleaned from his own psychic pain
hardly earth shattering merely express sentiments toward those whom we care
despite less than stellar communication an attempt now to reach out in the
main.
business of each our respective attendant various and sundry domestic kin
absorbs a good amount of daily energy and time
an effort clamors (on my part) to compose birthday note and bring at least a grin
thru this poetry milieu of mine mainly thru stream of consciousness rhyme.
no matter that affection rarely demonstrably and volubly shown toward first born
lack of a close knit rapport during my emotionally fraught tumultuous earlier life
mostly likely bred measurable disappointment within sentient self to feel forlorn
which past and present trials and tribulations which sensitivity prompt ye to morn
yet seclusiveness within mien kempf being does in truth harbor love well worn.
Copyright © Matthew Harris | Year Posted 2007
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