Nope, apparently not.
So, for Poetry Friday — hosted today at The Drift Record — I’ll share instead a bit from the book that we read on birthdays. The book that makes me teary every single time I read it: On the Day You Were Born, by Debra Frasier:
On the day you were bornHappy Birthday to my angel.
the round planet Earth turned
toward your morning sky,
whirling past darkness,
spinning the night into light...
On the day you were born
the earth turned, the moon pulled, the sun flared,
And then, with a push
you slipped out of the dark quiet,
where suddenly you could hear
a circle of people singing
with voices familiar and clear.
“Welcome to the spinning world,” the people sang
as they washed your new tiny hands.
“Welcome to the green earth,” the people sang,
as they wrapped your wet, slippery body.
And as they held you close,
they whispered into your open, curving ear,
“We are so glad you’ve come!”
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