Thursday, December 28, 2006

. . . and whose day is this?


In nineteen hundred and sixty four
Love brought a blessing to a couple's door
Small and sweet, not much hair on his head
The tyke cried and pooped and wanted to be fed
Mom and Dad didn't worry, fret or care.
Their long-awaited son was finally there
They cooed and smiled, in awe of his face
Knowing full well that 9 months was no waste
Fast forward a mere forty-two years
Such child has made true their many fears
Also the man has brought them so much joy
That many a time they've said, "That's our boy!"
To us he is known as Phil the Thrill
But to those who love him he is dearer still
So on this the anniversary of his birth,
Let's all tell Phil how much he's worth.


lurkynat said...

what avery nice peom Penny! thank you!
yours truly,natalie

imgr8phil said...

I liked it a lot!  There is just one thing, it's 1964 LOL.  Those born in '74 are still young pups.  Thanks for the poem.


am4039 said...

love it and going to wish him a happy birthday.

mkolasa101 said...

I loved it all the way through, way to go, very good and sweet. Isn't writing poetry fun and a great stress reducer.  Nice way to express one's self.  HAPPY NEW YEAR TO YOU PENNY.

Many blessings,

 Marlene - A Poet's Point Of View

lurkynat said...

love you Penny!

jayveerhapsody said...

This is absolutely delightful! Thanks for sharing it.......     Jon

magran42 said...

I love this poem