Haven´t thought it was My Day
haven´t forgotten too it was My BirthDay
what was the reason I don´t realize
that it was My Day, I won´t organize
won´t invite,
won´t cook at nite
won´t knock at any door
just to borrow some flour
to make a home-made cake
this is a fact not some shadowy fake
The Day with burning candles and flickering lights
and long evenings with early morn goodnights
Oh yeah, added one more year
I wish YOU a very quiet and peaceful Day, my Dear
and a Day full of love, Glory, and Happy-Me,
I wish YOU really a VERY HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Sylvie! !
Photography by Sylvia Frances Chan -"Royal Albert, Bone China: Chrysanthemums, England.
© Sylvia Frances Chan - Monday,28 Nov 2011
This poem ought to get comments like in the late POETFREAK poem site (died on the 31st DECEMBER 2016, since Johannes Fosseus, the owner closed its door and POETFREAK became a past tense. There I have got many comments as well as feedbacks. I regard this poem still as A GOOD POEM. Thank you IF you happen to read, Sylvia Frances Chan AKA Sylvia Tjan AKA SylvieTAN AKA Si-Pipi.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wonderful poem! Touched me.