This is a day I love most
since I feel kinda fancy.
I've always loved my birthday--
sorta feel like a queen.
'Cause it's mine and I relish
not having to clean (much).
My good husband spoils me
with love poems he writes.
And my children smother me
with homemade art and hug-tights.
There's always good food
and guaranteed sugar,
So life as a queen
just keeps getting better.
Phonecalls from my family
simply make my day.
It's just altogether good,
I'd have to say.
So I don't mind the aging,
Like cheese and fine wine--
It's the fermentation
that really makes us shine...
I'm obviously indulgent
Since this poem is all me.
But, I'm aging, so be gentle
on this old, decrepit queen.
{P.S. I've been known to rhyme other things as well: Here, here, here and here.}
4 comments:
Happy Birthday To YOU! Thats a cute little poem, Lisa. And their is no way your a decrepid Queen! Your looking way fit and gorgeous as a Mommy Queen.
Happy Birthday, Lisa! And you look fah-bulous, as usual. And how creative are you. . .constantly. Love the poem--I'm going to commission you one day to write one for me--maybe 40th birthday . . . 15 years from now :)
What a great birthday! I wish I could write like you....you're awesome!
What a cute poem, Lisa! Love it!!!
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