The previous poem sparked the same theme from another angle...
Our son turns 25 today sparking a bit of nostalgia
as well as rekindling fresh awareness for today's countless
reasons to celebrate.
Like a bit of Pooh and Eeyore...
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Like a raindrop spangled puddle...
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Like a splash of violet stars...
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Like the cackle of a grackle...
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Make today a celebration
Count or write them in a book
Masterpieces of creation
That sometimes, we overlook
Like a smile, or isle of nature
That kindles the poet’s yen/pen
Like the rolling green of pasture
Stayed by shores, cerulean
Like a tot, a pup, a flower
Like an ocean in a shell
Or the beauty of an hour
Without duty to compel
Like the brook-bank for a pillow
Like blossom-embellished breeze
Or wind-song that turns the willow
Into cello-symphonies
Like a morning warm and yellow
Or an afternoon blue-gray
Like the eager little fellow
That no mother’s hand can stay
Like the echo of spent reason
Arousing a rampant ache
For the font of present season
Melding to what moments make
From daybreak so swiftly woven
Into twilight’s hushed caress
Stirring us to note life’s common
Ground run rife with loveliness
Like the cackle of a grackle
Or the singing of a lark
Or bite of juicy, red apple
Or a color-dappled park
Where a future generation
Riding childhood’s carousel
On steads of imagination
Soon will bear youth’s fond farewell
While we gaze with tear-dimmed hunger
At time’s ever-changeless way
Where no one is growing younger
On its run of day-to-day
While a momentous occasion
Invites us to sing and dance
In a conscious celebration
For each day and what it grants
Like a bit o’ Pooh or Eeyore
To make us chuckle out loud
Like a stroll along the seashore
Far, far from the madding crowd
Like a big ole brown pet bunny
Like a fresh-steeped cuppa tea
Like fresh bread drizzled with honey
Like phrases like you-and-me
Like the utter-ness of knowing
We have more than we deserve
In the soft spring zephyr flowing
Through pink orchard’s petal-verve
Like a wicker basket laden
With tastiest of munch-fare
And the delight of a maiden
Waiting to sample her share
Of a slice of almost heaven
On a quilt, worn picnic thin
Where mean foibles are forgiven
As the sun kisses our skin
And we feel life’s comforts, simple
Like a friendly, firm handshake
Like a baby’s darling dimple
Like a slice of birthday cake
Like a raindrop spangled puddle
Like a splash of violet stars
Like a sentimental muddle
Of Love’s heartstring-tug-of-wars
Like a lilt where Lyric dangles
Bursting with unplumbed surprise
While the balladeer untangles
Tendrils of ink-cloven sighs
Like a stunning revelation
Or sudden epiphany
Make today a celebration
Of gratitude-poetry
© Janet Martin
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"What?!!" gasped Dolly one to Dolly two
"What do you mean, you don't want a tweat/treat?!!"
(this I overheard while trying to sneak a pic) 😂💖
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