Here it is March 20, but in Bangkok it is already tomorrow,
So Happy Birthday little Holly
With your dark swirl of hair, when you were born
your blonde brother called you Our Thai baby
In my picture your Daddy holds
Your small head cupped in his hand
So tenderly and all your family, all 3
Look deep into your new eyes
Now you walk, and you work, taking things out
And putting them back in You are alert,
needy, funny-face with your little pearls of teeth
Your brother reads the silly turkey book to you and
You laugh, every, every time
On this day of vernal light
Being equal day and night
We in our shadowed evening, hover on this pretty ball called Earth
Spinning, spinning so that you are waking to your
Birthday morning’s light, we already miss you sweet child
And we love you T-H-I-S M-U-C-H
Like the galaxy
Lovely!
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Love the images you paint. Time passes so quickly and babies don’t stay babies for long.
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What a beautiful birthday greeting… I love how you incorporated snapshots from the past and how though many things may change, your love never wavers.
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What a gorgeous tribute to someone who, you make it very clear, has stolen your heart for all time.
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Every line of this poem is a loving gem and a perfect gift for your granddaughter!
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I like how you play with time in this beautiful birthday poem for Holly. Time is reflected in how Holly has grown up in the past year – from her head being cupped in her Daddy’s hand to being such a big girl who walks and takes toys out and puts them back again. You also play with the concept of time and how the time is different depending on where you are in the world – yet we are all on this planet Earth. (The earth as a pretty ball – love it!)
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Thanks. Your enthusiasm gave me the courage to “gift” this poem to my family 🙂
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So beautifully expressed. My daughter lives in Germany, her son is nearly 5 and her daughter 4 months. I had been with them for 2 and 1/2 months. Our grandson loves his sister and she laughs at all his antics. Your poem reminded me of them. My daughter sends videos and we Skype too. Regards
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