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As another year passes, thoughts blossom and bloom

And with kinship as crops your guiding light looms

Shining gracefully down for all eyes to see

Drying rain stricken fields and tears silently

Causing new plants to grow, and new bonds to form

Your influence great, your features adorn

While the fruits of your labors ripen with joy

From your spectrum of colors, your talents deployed.

 

We rest in your light, with our gratitude's boon

Of your constant affections, which act as our moon

Illuminating the night, your faithful decree

So that peace and love with justice may be

And as bees to the honey do our loves for you swarm

Suckling sweetest of kisses and hugs always warm

For your very climate has heated our hearts

And has bound us together, never splitting apart.

 

As I write this over evening, alone in my room

I think of and cherish you. I, son of thy womb

And smile at how bonds over time are like Burgundy

And only grow better with each moment’s certainty

To you this is dedicated, for the day you were born

Which we all love to celebrate until early morn

And though bonds are like Burgundy, devotions sweet taste

Even finest of wines can never replace.

Guest Tamaranis
Posted

It just seems wrong that there's no comment on this.

 

So I'll say again that I think it's a good poem, even if it's some ways outside my normal sphere of reading.

Guest Carlyan the Wise
Posted

Again, this gives credence to my prior statement:

 

I liked it... I didn't understand it, but it was beautiful.

Posted

This was, indeed, written for my mother's birthday as an ode to her unwavering love. Thus, you interpreted correctly Nyyark. To answer your question, I did give it to her and she liked it very much...

 

Thanks to all who responded to my poem, your comments are greatly appreciated.

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