My Just-for-Fun Birthday Poem

Oh, happy birthday fun!

Today I am seventy-one!

So thankful God gave me this race to run 

And allowed me the joy of being seventy-one.

I'll rise early with the sun

And celebrate 'til the day is done.

I'll start the day with a birthday bun

Knowing there's a birthday cake to come!

I'll spend the day golfing with my hon.

Thankful for my two daughters and a son.

Thirteen grandchildren I love a ton.

In this race called life I'd say I've won.
Another birthday I will not shun

Because God's plan for me it is not done.

Another book I've just begun!

Hooray! Leukemia has come undone!
Trusting targeted therapy will prevent a rerun!
So, I refuse to be happy birthday blue.

As I pray God gives me birthday seventy-two!

Happy Birthday Splashes of Serenity on me today!

Birthdays are for Celebrating!

Birthdays I do not hate

Today's a day to celebrate!

Although I  need to calculate

Am I 67 or 68?

Can you relate?

I'll leave that for your debate.

I definitely qualify for the Senior's plate,

Although I'm far from eager to lie in a crate.

God will have to wait

To welcome me at the Heavenly gate.

Today I deliberate

All the goodness of my God

For which I do not rate.

He's given me a loving mate

Three children who turned out great

Eleven grands my heart is sate

Another on the way. I cannot wait!

Thankful my heart Jesus did penetrate

He arrived on time — He's never late.

Jesus has a plan for your life. It isn't fate.

He loves you, for He knows no hate.

He will lift those burdens from your plate.

If you ask Him today, you won't have to wait.

Thank you for helping me celebrate

My birthday number 68

If the Lord allows, it will be just fine

To celebrate birthday number 69.

May God splash serenity on your birthdays! Thank you for your love and prayers for me as we journey together through the splashes! I love you back!

Happy Birthday Poem Silliness

A birthday poem is my writing goal for this day,

But, alas, there is no way

I can find words under Heaven

That rhyme with birthday sixty-seven.  

Certainly there is no sixty-eleven

Although I have a friend whose name is Bevan

And I know people who won't eat leaven. 

So I'll forget the rhyming and say with glee

I thank my Lord for giving to me

Four years past birthday sixty-three

And the best I can say about being sixty-seven,

Well, that makes me one year closer to Heaven.

  

Splashes of Serenity on my 67th birthday!