Friday, February 11, 2011

To my wife on her birthday

I know
This day makes another appearance without your invitation
And causes you some dismay.

I know
You can't help regard this moment without some inclination
To show it on its way.

I know
Any real celebration is not on your calendar of events;
With no bother or fuss.

That's OK.
But if you were never born then it really makes no sense —
There'd be no us.

And so
While I ponder what it is I can give to you, thoughts drift,
As I'm sure you can design.

It's clear
The way things turned out, your birth, your love, your life, are the truest gift
From your heart to mine.

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