Birthday Poems

How Can I Make This Time of Telling Special

How can I make this time of telling special
When I tell you that I love you every day?
How can I tell you that you are my angel
When you know you are my angel anyway?
I love you more on this, your day of birth,
Than on the day we married, long ago.
Like a tree each year in height and girth,
My love has grown immense, though still and slow.
But each time our eyes join instead of meet,
It’s as though the lights of stars and sun
Join in me, a burst so bright and sweet,
It couldn’t be contained by anyone.
And so as poetry it flows to you
That I may words with all my love imbue.

Nicholas Gordon 

You Feel the Fortune of Your Years 

You feel the fortune of your years,
I hope. For all your children’s love
This day must bring you happy tears
And thoughts that joyful music prove.

I hope, for all your children’s love,
There is an island, be it small,
And thoughts that joyful music prove
Beyond what years you may recall.

There is an island, be it small,
Amid the passions of the sea,
Beyond what years you may recall,
Where you in silent grace can be.

Amid the passions of the sea,
This day must bring you happy tears.
Where you in silent grace can be,
You feel the fortune of your years.

Nicholas Gordon