My Daughter's Birthday Poem by Darwin Henry Beuning

My Daughter's Birthday



When my daughter was very young
I always felt bad
When her birthday came around.

For her, a school day!
A workday,
For my wife and me.

She would always receive
A hug, a card with cash.
The day went by too fast.

Eleven or twelve, something new
"A Birthday Weekend"
Just for you.

What a glorious time was had
You and your girlfriends
Being chauffeured by dad.

Sixteen came too soon
A driver's license in hand,
She was gone.

The "Birthday Weekend" was no more.

Saturday, March 3, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: childhood ,daughter
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
0613am,3 March 2018.I had been working on this poem for many years. The birthday weekend would start on Friday late afternoon and end early Sunday evening.This was back in 1992.My daughter is now thirty-six.Fond memories.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Sylvia Frances Chan 23 August 2019

Fantastic, that Birthday weekend she will never forget her life long, sure. Tremendous good idea to celebrate in the weekend, Darwin. Excellent and cozy poem about your daughter's BirthDAY! Thank you so much for sharing. A 10 Full Score.

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Darwin Henry Beuning 24 August 2019

Sylvia, Thank you for the comments. Yes, it was the best of times when the children were young. Now my wife and I are empty nester's living in a quiet house! !

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Kim Barney 13 March 2018

Great ending to the poem, Hank! (as Bri said) Also a great idea to have a weekend celebration when the birthday falls during the week. (But I couldn't handle two days of it, just one.) Well done!

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Bri Edwards 11 March 2018

mine is 36 as well! favorite lines: A driver's license in hand She was gone The Birthday Weekend was no more ................your working on the poem resulted in a winner to MyPoemList! ! ! bri :) i hope she 'turned out well' and speaks to you now and then.

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Barney Rooney 09 March 2018

Twice blessed. Our fond memories, their experience of joy to hand on. We did the cursory birthday (and still do) , wife's family did all singing dancing and joy birthdays. We're still sober but smile a lot and dance like weve got arthritis, they laugh and swing their hips. Think I know whats best to hand on. Cheers Hank

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Darwin Henry Beuning

Darwin Henry Beuning

Melrose, Minnesota
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