A note from South Vine to the girl born November twenty-nine:
Just pretend that you feel fine, that the sun was hired for your day to shine;
Because it's your special day--November twenty-nine.
Enjoy plenty of hours simply supine, then select a delectable place to dine
To celebrate that special day--November twenty-nine.
You could even wear crinoline and dance in a line
To show off on your day of November twenty-nine.
Or make your dress all out of twine, or of any crazy design,
Perhaps a large sandwich sign, if you feel such an incline,
To scare all the people on November twenty-nine.
And even if you did (scare them i mean), they may not cry or whine
Or do anything inappropriate on November twenty-nine
For everyone & thing must happily align or felicitously entwine
For the special day for that Katherine (sorry for the intentional misspelled pun)
Happy Birthday, Sister of mine, born on November twenty-nine. --chuck parker
My brother just sent me a birthday poem of his own design. Thank you for your kind and whimsical birthday wishes. I'll be working on the dress of twine...by finishing this scarf o' mine. (it won't be twine, but yarn didn't rhyme).
A delicious Thanksgiving dinner here, and a great time to have 4 days of nothing much that needed to be done. We both found time to nap (too often) and read some books and watch a little football as well as Colin Firth as Mr. Darcy. Thank you Jane Austen and Peggy Lee.
Good night from this cold enchanted land. Still humming the "Hallelujah Chorus"...will pass it on.
love kathryn
3 comments:
What a clever brother! I love the poem. I am glad that he called our attention to it. HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY Birthday!
love, joyce
You're so welcome! (for Mr. Darcy's presence during your Thanksgiving/ birthday respite) Sounds like the gift of words runs in your family :-). I love you! Peggy
Happy birthday, little sister. I enjoyed Chuck's poem, too. I think of you often and pray for you all every day.
Love, Roger
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