I wrote this poem many years ago for someone born in this month. I never had the opportunity – or possibly the courage – to share it with them. But lately, I seem to have no shortage of courage, so I shall share it with all of you… And just in case he ever visits this blog, Happy Birthday!

This day the heavens smiled
Poured a gift for me
Into a mold of you
Such craftsmanship!

Tall and laughing
Smooth and soft
Strong and broken
Beautiful construction!

How they wrapped you
In walls of silk and chenille
For only the delight of my peeling
What artistry!

Locks of brown, gold
Eyes dark, deep, open
Mouth warm, tender, true
My... What attention to detail

Lost in the forming of you
They were
Mesmerized by a job well done
Well done it was

Albeit incomplete

Where lay your match?

I marveled your marred perfection
Fingered your masculine form
Ate of the sweet truths from your lips
Made to awe you
To honor you

But to keep you???

From whom was that knowledge to flow?
Did they forget to impart?
I yet lay deficient!
To marvel and awe proved insufficient
Reckless they were!

You slipped peacefully through my grasp
Fine oil poured into a broken vessel
Seeping unnoticed
How inattentive of them!
 
Could the heavens not smile on my lover?
Could not form me with equal proficiency?
I ask, weeping... blaming........ apologizing
Heaven lies silent

It knows the fault is mine
Cloaked in omniscience
Too kind to scold
Even through deficiencies
I see that truth all too well

sigh... so sorry

Deficient or no, of this I am certain
This day the heavens smiled
Poured a gift for me
Into a mold of you

Happy Birthday