Your Birthday
Your birthday, my dear, is more than another year
Marked and filed, a calendar passing, hours mild
Of clasped hands, secret kisses, tickling and
teasing and mocking my tiny sneezing
Your T-shirts and socks and combs I've been stealing
Through, also, the chasm of winter's distance
Through terminations and tight budgets and loose change
Through open arguments and closed doors
Through the torture of twisting back spasms
Through vacant sleep, when tunnel thoughts close in
Through the first anniversary of the loss of your brother
I am blessed for it all, the moods and the worry
Enrich and color the walls of my heart
The sterile white antiseptic years before you
Was someone else's life
So - this day is also the birth
Of your wife.
posted 12/31/18
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