Years Have Sped By

Poems

A Special Morning

(On the occasion of my 75th birthday - May 15, 1974)

From my cup of coffee I take a sip,

And into the inkwell my pen I dip . . .

My mind warms to the reminder

That it's the 15th of May on my calendar!

 

Early morning -- oh so lovely,

The sun shines ever so brightly . . .

No signs of concern

All worries have been routed . . .

They've long been divested . . .

 

My heart now sings Out,

Filled with love -- -- a melody . . .

In the stillness, my voice, in rhythm, echoes forth,

As if lulling a child with a lullaby.

 

My joy of long ago comes into play . . .

That of youthful memory . . .

And I recall strolling

Through wheat and cornfields, ripening.

 

I wipe away a tear . . .

From dampened face . . .

Reminded of the garden, the street, the highway . . .

And at eventide -- the town's byways . . .

 

How comrades greeted one another . .

How warmly, young eyes fluttered.

Happy years of youth, so beloved . . .

Too soon, too soon have you fled . . .

 

Once again from my cup of coffee I sip,

And my pen into the inkwell I dip,

My mind warms to the pleasant reminder:

'Tis once more the 15th of May on my calendar!