by C.B.


My Birthday Poem, for August 12th
One day older, one year older.
One year passes, a new year dawns.
Two people met, fell in love.
Two lovers conceived a child, born this day.
Three children in all, one in summer, one spring, one fall.
Three new minds, bodies and souls, now adults in the world.
Three new lives, two parents, one union.
Thirty seven years has passed in the making of
my family.  My parents.  My brothers.
My birthday. 
August 12th.
- cb 8/9/02


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