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The Day of your Birth

Studies Poetry
#1

This was written to my 88 year old friend and sponsor that I met in AA for his birthday. He’s given me memories worth gold and a changed personality. That’s what I hold on too. Being able to communicate and relate to people. Something I haven’t been able to do my whole life. I have accomplished my goal of being free from fear and paranoia. Haven’t had it in years. I also have to be grateful for my Invega Sustenna shot. But the medicine didn’t work well until I met my buddy and he brought me out of my shell.

The Day of your Birth

You know I would never speak a lie
When I say you are a special guy
A pleasure to be around and fun to be with
A friend from the stars and a wonderful gift
We’ve had times to remember, cherish, and hold dear
Memories of wonder of this past year
And as I think of you on this beautiful day
Memories become golden as they are here to stay
May you never forget this day of your birth
For the gold you have given has a special kind of worth

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#2

Thank you, Hollytree, for sharing the poem and how you were blessed by it. I was reminded of the following poem I learned as a child in Scotland and have never forgotten over the many decades I have lived. I would like to share it with you.

It was written by Thomas Hood (1799-1845).

I remember, I remember,
The house where I was born,
The little window where the sun
Came peeping in at morn;
He never came a wink too soon,
Nor brought too long a day,
But now, I often wish the night
Had borne my breath away!

I remember, I remember,
The roses, red and white,
The vi’lets, and the lily-cups,
Those flowers made of light!
The lilacs where the robin built,
And where my brother set
The laburnum on his birthday,—
The tree is living yet!

I remember, I remember,
Where I was used to swing,
And thought the air must rush as fresh
To swallows on the wing;
My spirit flew in feathers then,
That is so heavy now,
And summer pools could hardly cool
The fever on my brow!

I remember, I remember,
The fir trees dark and high;
I used to think their slender tops
Were close against the sky:
It was a childish ignorance,
But now 'tis little joy
To know I’m farther off from heav’n
Than when I was a boy.

#3

Thanks! I will read over this.