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.
 

7 comments:

Anonymous said...

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

Anonymous 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.

Phil

Anonymous said...

love it and going to wish him a happy birthday.

Anonymous 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
http://journals.aol.com/mkolasa101/PurelyPoetry

Anonymous said...

love you Penny!
love,nat

Anonymous said...

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

Anonymous said...

I love this poem