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Shel Silverstein

"My birthday comes this time each year,"
She heard him whisper in her ear.
"But about my present you need not fear.
I do not want something to wear
Nor a frosty mug of root beer
Nor music for my ears to hear.
I just want you to stay so near
And always make your love so clear.
Then I will know you hold me dear.
Into my mind your love will sear.
And I will know it is sincere
As I see you sitting so close, right here.
I'll feel your heart so full of cheer
I'll know that I have no closer peer."
She smiled and wiped a gentle tear
Knowing their love becomes a whole new sphere
Of life and light and joyous appear.

Comments

Bill Cobabe said…
It's not Shel - but I was thinking of him this morning.
October 29, 2010 at 7:05 AM
Jeanette said…
Ok, so I'm a crappy friend and I missed your birthday.

So pardon my lateness and happy birthday my friend!
October 30, 2010 at 8:18 AM
Joy and Dennis said…
So if it isn't Silverstein, did YOU write this?
October 31, 2010 at 2:48 PM
Bill Cobabe said…
@ Jeanette - Thank you! Late birthday wishes are just as welcome. Besides, I don't think I even know when your birthday is... LOL!!

@ Joy - yes, I did write this. It just reminded me of Silverstein...
November 1, 2010 at 6:05 AM
Joy and Dennis said…
As I've said many times before, you are a talented writer - prose and poetry. Thanks for being willing to share your gifts!
November 1, 2010 at 7:28 AM
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