Treasure Island

judith evans


Happy Birthday


I bought you an acer for your birthday
Beautiful claret coloured leaves
But I will keep it in my garden
And hope you will come to visit

I had to justify spending the money..£50!
What had I done to deserve it?
And then I remembered.. your 70th birthday
The perfect excuse!
The money doesn't count if I spent it on you

I have repotted two others and hope I have not killed them
You would be impressed, I think
Even though you have so many
I think you would appreciate your new one
A change at least from raspberry ruffles
Your usual birthday gift!

But always a poem in your birthday card
More special than gifts you always said
But this year just an acer
That I will keep in my garden
And hope you will come and visit.

Submitted: Monday, September 28, 2009

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