50 years ago to this very day
So much in this poem that I could say
But where to start? I just don't know where
I guess thank you for always being there
Through the good times and the bad
Especially the times we've driven you mad
And I know you're miffed I wrote this in my English book
But how else could I write it without you trying to look?
I know we joke that 50 is old
But it's what we've grown up with, what we've been told.
So here we are another year on
Yet again we sing the Birthday song
Thank you for being patient and sharing your time
Whilst I read out this stupid rhyme
But yeah.. Back to the point at hand
You're still looking so pretty and very grand
We all love you and want to show this to you
For all your help in past years with things you do
So now to show you how much we care,
With so many hugs and love to share.
I think I should go before we start to lose it
So here it comes the final bit
Please raise your glass to raise a toast.
To...... on your 50th- a day to remember the most.
By Sian Mein
Poet's Notes about The Poem
So instead I wrote this poem and dedicated it to them, however this is a shorter version as I had to crop off the parts that were only understandable if you were in the family.: P Hope you like it
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