From the private ease of Mother's womb
I fall into the lighted room.
Why don't they simply put me back
Where it is warm amd wet and black?
But one thing follows on another.
Things were different inside Mother.
Padded and jolly I would ride
......
I have reached a time when words no longer
help:
Instead of guiding me across the moors
Strong landmarks in the uncertain out-of-doors,
Or like dependable friars on the Alp
Saving with wisdom and with brandy kegs,
They are gravel-stones, or tiny dogs which yelp
Biting my trousers, running round my legs.
Description and analysis degrade,
Limit, delay, slipped land from what has been;
......
(sixteen)
As my wooden
clock slapped
twelve.
The glorious
October, dawned
to the
hideous
......
Do you cut your birthday cake?
Do you know your birthday is fake?
Don't continue to make the mistake
It's time for you to now awake!
Ask your mother when you were born
You were kicking weeks before and this went on and on
You were alive long back, she knows
And even science has pictures as the embryo grows
......
Mother, for you, these lines I pen,
Oh, dear, my first love, now and then.
Mother, you know me, inseparable we,
And thus, I share what the world should see.
For you gave me life, a gift untold,
Gold and silver may never hold.
You nourish me, a treasure true,
Finest gold can't compare to you.
......
Der Traum Deine Augen nocht bedeckt.
als ein glücklicher Tag Dich weckt.
Die Sonne Deine Wangen berührt
um Dich Liebe und Wärme versprüht.
Hinaus in die Welt Du eilst sodann,
da fragt Dein Herz; wie kann
das Leben Dich stets so reich bescheren
und doch das größte Glück verwehren?
......
You found it
I thought you would've thrown it away
Since you said you don't get poetry
I hope I didn't offend you---
By writing it
I wanted something beautiful for yr birthday
To compliment you
I didn't want to get you another tie
I think you're stunning as a rose
In body and soul
......
Lucy Locket lived amidst Lakeland Hills, where jay serenaded morning;
Like plum rainbows celebrate sunshine, with never any silent warning.
Lucy was merely twenty years old, like a peach rose, dusted with dew;
And she was also a dutiful teacher, unveiling what children never knew.
Lucy liked to sew and to garden, like green nature, roving everywhere,
Recalling lavish, sunset skies we used to view, in the colors of vanity fair.
Kitty Fisher was Lucy's best friend, amidst many, for she was popular;
......
Mother, for you, these lines I pen,
Oh, dear, my first love, now and then.
Mother, you know me, inseparable we,
And thus, I share what the world should see.
For you gave me life, a gift untold,
Gold and silver may never hold.
You nourish me, a treasure true,
Finest gold can't compare to you.
......
In this moment, I stand tall,
Grateful for each rise and fall.
Life's journey, a gift to unwrap,
A joyous clap, life beautifully sews.
With each year, wisdom grows,
Embracing laughter, shedding tears,
A dance of hopes, conquering fears.
So here's to another year to share,
......