February - Poem by David Pyrs
There is a day,
In all our lives.
When the sun,
Shone first, upon our eyes.
When happiness was all around,
When, laughter & tears of joy silenced all sound.
On one of such days you were born,
Fruit of a tree called Family, Respect & Love.
A day unique as any other.
No more or less,
But like all else.
But, what makes this day one of a kind,
Is, who you have become in heart and mind;
Wisdom that reaches far beyond,
Love and Care, rooted firm & sound.
So for this one moment in time,
Allow these words to make you shine.
To remind of you of all great in life,
And all fine memories on your time-line.
That this day is part of your own perfect symphony,
Which played the first beat, on a blessed day in February.
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