Birthday Sonnet

M. Fennell



I searched birthday cards by other bards
For messages sweet and sincere
But what a plight, I found the words too trite
For a person I hold so dear

A poet myself, I put the cards back on the shelf
Knowing I could do better than that
Opening the lexicon, soon I was done
Exhibiting my heart’s habitat

Then I looked in your eyes and soon realized
Silliness is not always trite
It is not a crime to make silly rhymes
If it’s aimed at your friend’s delight

To only you this belongs, and it lasts all year long
To entertain and make you aware
How I’ve tried to show what you may already know
That is, I truly care