Why I Love My Birthday

Why do I love birthdays? Wow! Birthdays are a celebration of another God-given year to live and love and serve and shine. Another year to enjoy and cuddle  grandchildren and love my man and eat birthday cake! I LOVE birthday cake! Birthdays are days not to diet. Birthdays are days to celebrate the beauty of being alive. Birthdays are fun!

Many of my friends died young.  Three with cancer in their 40's dared dream that they would live to celebrate their 50th birthday,  attend their children's weddings, and  hold their grandbabies. At their bedsides, I vowed silently that I would never grieve birthdays. I would celebrate them. In memory and in honor of  dear friends I loved whose lives ended in sickness, car crashes, and wars, I celebrate you and how your life touched mine.  Because of you, my life is richer and my birthdays are more fun. I remember you as I treasure each year God gives me to live. May I never waste precious time.

"Good people pass away; the godly often die before their time.

But no one seems to care or understand that God is protecting them from the evil to come.

For those who follow godly paths will rest in peace when they die."

Isaiah 57:1

Here is this year's silly birthday poem. I write because writing makes me happy and today is my Happy Birthday!

Oh, man alive!

How could I no longer be 65?

Am I really 66

When I still enjoy playing pick up stix?

Oh my, oh my, I'm in quite a fix.

I'm not sure I like being 66.

After all, I still order BABY cones at Lakeside Licks

So how can I be 66?

When setting goals, never in my top 10 picks

Was even the thought of being 66.

Still remember boys looking at me as one of the cute chicks!

No more — today I'm 66

For fun I made a cake from a mix

But, alas, there was no room for 66 wicks.

Can you even be 66

Without 66 wicks?

Enough of these silly tricks.

I thank God for blessing me times 66.

I smile and realize in another year if I'm not in Heaven

I'll reach that beautiful age of 67.

 Splashes of Serenity on me today! After all, it's my birthday and I thank God I am alive!

Man Alive! I'm 65!!!

Elaine the pain.

Elaine with a cane.

Elaine with no brain.

Elaine the insane.

I've been called a lot of things in this life

But man alive!

I've never been called 65!!!

I can no more

Claim to be 64

How can it be?

I'm not even 63!!!



65

There's still time to jive!

Eat honey from a hive.

Be a guest on Kelly LIVE!

Jump off a high dive!



Oh never more

Can I say I'm 64.

But if the Good Lord keeps me in the mix,

I'll enjoy the year before I'm 66!



Enjoying a Florida Splash of Serenity with my love on my birthday,

Happy Birthday Poem to Me

 

Every year on my birthday I like to write a poem just for fun.
Hope you enjoy celebrating my birthday with me!


Don't fall on the floor.

Don't gasp or abhor!

I'll cut to the core.

Today I'm 64.

 

I am not poor.

I purr instead of snore.

I didn't vote for Al Gore.

So much to thank God for.

 

So happy I just want to roar!

Booksales sometimes soar.

This I know for sure,

My God is not folklore.

 

A son came home from the war.

A husband I adore.

I'm a Tigger, not an E'yore.

Grandchildren two times four.

 

Life is not a bore.

I'm celebrating at the shore.

Don't show me the door.

If God grants me one more,

 

I'll still be alive

to celebrate 65!

Splashes of Serenity every day of the year hoped for you!