I woke up this morning, and what did I say?
Thank you Dear Father for giving me another birthday.
Looked in the mirror and what did I see?
I saw a 61 year old woman smiling back at me.
There’s a few tiny wrinkles and some tuffs of grey hair
But while these changes were happening, I was fully there.
As I get older, I’m feeling very wise.
I know that I am who I am. I still bend, and frequently will at least consider an amicable compromise.
I’ve decided on what percent I want to be in control.
Believe me, it makes a difference knowing how far you’re willing to roll.
I’m grateful for all the memories I’ve been blessed to collect, and with all the wonderful people I’m graced to connect.
I realize to be a friend I must be one in return.
To be loved, I must also earn.
It was a Saturday of year 1955 that I was born. Autumn Leaves was on the radio, and my birth mother was torn.
She had to give me up to what she hoped would be a better life. Today, I wish her love, and for her I have no strife.
For I know that life is about living wherever you might be, and besides I eventually landed a really great family.
I’m still making my bed, and picking up my clothes, I’ve finished my schooling, and give back with repose.
The other day a lady of 104 gave me a kiss. She giggled merrily after touching my cheek.
I could tell she really meant it, and I won’t soon forget it.
I remember thinking of all the times she has seen, and with tears in my eyes I suddenly felt very serene.
Peace, Love, and Happiness is what I’m all about. The pain and the struggles are mostly shipping out.
Living life like it’s golden is what I’m doing now.
There’s so much joy to have and to hold before I take my final bow!!!
Have You Ever Written a Poem
On Your Birthday?