Happy Birthday, Laurie
Happy, happy
Birthday, to one who walks
the halls of beauty
With angels in her eyes
And demons clinging
to her skirts, insisting
they be heard above
the rustle of her divine
Inspiration from every
Worthy host, Plato, Aristotle,
Juno and all the rest with
Their splendid words.
Happy birthday, dearest friend,
You who listen to every
Promise, expecting nothing but keeping
Your own, bearing the burden of
All knowledge with courage,
Calm, and the radiance of
Your original, truthful face.
7 Comments:
I'm crying. Thank you so much. This is the coolest thing anyone has ever done for me. I love you, honey.
11:16 AM
That was beautiful, Yak.
3:46 PM
Beautiful...and apropos!!!
11:48 PM
What a fantastic poem! Happy Birthday, Laurie! MUAH!
9:00 PM
Thanks, Farmgirl!!!
1:11 AM
yes! and many more
9:48 AM
WOW, Pat, just stumbling on this. It's poignant, spot on and oh so beautifully written. You kind of summed her up didn't you. You're the best!!!
11:43 AM
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