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A Strictly Not A Poem Birthday Greeting For Tara - Poem by Alison Cassidy

It is late afternoon
this first day of winter -
electric cold and amber warm.
Long shadows dapple
and the light twinkles.

It is your morning,
your first of summer morning,
your birthday morning -
dear Tara McHale.

Your compassion and tenderness
have lifted my spirit
time and time again.

Your pain and tears
have touched me
beyond words.

Your poems
reveal your life -
with honesty and charm.

Your comments
seduce without flattery
and inspire me to write.

Your hundreds of messages
are always 'interesting'
and often make my day.

The last year's soap opera
has challenged you -
demanded monumental courage

and patience from you,
but now you've turned the corner
and sweet love beckons...

Dear Tara,
poet princess,
spiritual child,
Have a Happy, Happy Birthday.

Comments about A Strictly Not A Poem Birthday Greeting For Tara by Alison Cassidy

  • Elysabeth Faslund 6/24/2007 7:10:00 AM

    Well thought out, with warmth, love, friendship. Birthdays are the most important day for anyone...only on this particular day, appeared for the first time in the whole universe, a person called Tara(inser your own name, now) , never has been, or will be, another Tara. No other day, or holiday, is as important for a person! Good, good, good! xxElysabeth Reply

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  • Robert Howard 6/5/2007 5:06:00 PM

    Way to go, Alison! ! I raise my coffee mug in toast to Tara, Alison and all the rest in our poetic community. Reply

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  • Careful with that dogma, my karma might hit it . 6/3/2007 8:06:00 AM

    Wonderful. You've absolutely hit the spot there.
    Ez X
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  • Margery Rehman 6/3/2007 3:02:00 AM

    Sweet, sincere and fond. Lucky Tara. Reply

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  • Jerry Hughes 6/1/2007 6:43:00 PM

    tenderly felt and written for our surrogate daughter Tara. However, I'm going to add this butch Aussie salutation - 'avagoodone' Love you Tara Kate, Jez Reply

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  • Marci Made 6/1/2007 11:01:00 AM

    [ps.>>> it's 90 degrees here! ! ! ! Will get some sun for you today] marci. :) Reply

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  • Marci Made 6/1/2007 10:59:00 AM

    Dear Alison, what a lovely tribute, what a beautiful poem from one great gal to another great gal, both of them inspiring writers to me... Happppy happyyyy birthday sweet Tara.......Hope it's ever so lovely and a reminder of a 'GREAT' year ahead. ~~~marci.xo Reply

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  • Sandra Fowler 6/1/2007 5:50:00 AM

    An eloquent gift of words for a cherished friend. Warm greetings to you.Tara!
    May your gifted pen continue to be blessed.

    Love,

    Sandra
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  • Dee Daffodil 6/1/2007 5:17:00 AM

    Allie...That was a lovely tribute! ! ! I couldn't have said it better myself! ! Written by one of my favorite poets, for another one of my favorite poets! ! Happy Birthday Tara! ! !
    Hugs,
    dee
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  • Marvin Brato 6/1/2007 4:27:00 AM

    I admire the way your friendship with Tara has bonded, same feather flocked together! Both of you (Alie and Tara) are skillful poets. Regards to you both. Reply

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