a short time to be in love…

I forgot to get a card…

It’s not about the candles and the cake,

it’s not about singing

the same old song anymore,

it’s not about the date anymore,

not an event,

not a stopping place—

it’s another reminder that a year

is a long time to live,

and a short time to be in love,

it’s a marker on the trail,

and the trail is rising,

and the mountains are behind us,

and the oceans, yes, and many mysteries…

Just ahead, the path turns again, as always,

and we do not see much of the morrow,

and naught of the waiting tomorrows,

but we see the coming of our latter days,

and we can sing yesterday’s songs

at each new dawn,

and sing them again and again and again,

and add new words at each new sunset…

May 8, 2017

I confess, I didn’t forget to get a card—I couldn’t find a card that I wanted to give. You can guess whose birthday I was celebrating. I decided to write a birthday poem that doesn’t actually mention “birthday” and skips all the smarmy stuff and doesn’t bother with the “you’re only as old as you feel” stuff and the “omigawd, how many candles are on your cake?” stuff. A birthday is a day in our lives. We celebrated our lives together. Every day.

My poem “I forgot to get a card…” was published in my fifth collection of 53 poems, My first name was rain: A dreamery of poems. You can buy it on Amazon (paperback and Kindle), or get it free in Kindle Unlimited (search for “Richard Carl Subber”).

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“I forgot to get a card…”…a love poem