Of You

 I don't feel any different than I did three years ago, remarked Victoria on the morn of her 16th birthday.

I know exactly what you mean, I laughed! The calendar tells me I'll soon be 51 and a lot of the time I feel like twenty... until I look in the mirror;-) (so I don't:)

My dear, I’m glad that once a year

Midst all of love and life’s to-do

It grants the chance to sing and dance

And celebrate the joy…Of you

The busyness of life’s affairs

Seems not to tire of care’s rue

But once a year, I’m glad, my dear

We celebrate the life…of you

For as each day-to day slips by

We come to realize, tis true

Years pass, so swift, each with a gift

To celebrate the love... of you

© Janet Martin

Happy Sweet 16, Victoria!

This poem was inspired by her wondering as she left for school, when celebrating birthdays first began, and why.
So, I googled it...I felt happier in ignorance of its origin.
I believe a birthday is a great time to give thanks for each 'one and only you'!