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| Even the simplest rhymes can touch someone who appreciates the extension of yourself to not send a pre-printed card, but to write something yourself, something of which they have shared in the experience. |
| September 23, 1996 - For Marge How much sentiment would it take For a thirty-ninth birthday card to make? And how much sentiment would be authentic From a brother to as sister whose lives are so distant? I could compare you to a far off, plush oasis Where seeing you is like receiving God�s graces Or say that our relationship is a vast treasure That cannot be gauged or adequately measured Yet I search for words and colorful metaphors To express some thoughts that seem like a blur To describe what we have or what we have not For the life we had had, or the love that we�ve got We�re two branches on a tree, growing apart With Mom the main connection, both within our hearts When she is gone, as cuttings, we�ll be transplanted And then, as now, we may take each other for granted It�s our nature that has drawn us to these places Where we seldom touch, or see each other�s faces Yet I trust we are where we need to be, now Working jobs, raising children, as best as we know how Now I�ve written this verse in lieu of a birthday card The writing wasn�t easy - hopefully the reading won�t be as hard I chose not to send a �Hallmark� of �Pollyanna� wishes to convey That for you, my sister Marge, to have the happiest of birthdays. |
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| February 17, 1996 - For Cheryl A �Hallmark� just wouldn�t do this time To send birthday wishes to a cousin of mine Who is bright and pretty - and one cool chick Perceived by a cousin, now laying it on thick She has a warm and expansive, caring heart; Many are sad when she decides to depart She travels to work and always does a great job With students and parents, the education wheel�s cog Between us, as cousins, there is much space Yet the love in our hearts is our saving grace We�re infrequently together and more often apart With always the potential to make a new start Always the youngest, I am now a man Emotionally strong and doing the best I can I am here for you, Cheryl, with that you can know Some relationships die, so knew ones can grow. |
| August, 2000 For Marian Not much more belated can a birthday card be Than this one sent from your old cousin, Chetty Long ago, in times, I remember playing in your front yard Gathering worms to scare your cousin, and my sister, Marge And yet as we grew up, we also grew apart Doing what we love and following our hearts Going away to college, getting married and having kids Coping with the stresses that make life what it is Our families, for many years, lived very far away Yet you kept close, by sending outgrown clothes our way And the B.D. cards and Christmas visits kept the contact going And I was always grateful of the love you were bestowing In that same spirit of sending love in another shape Comes this birthday poem, so corny, and so late Yet I hope you feel the sentiment that this does convey That you are loved and respected in a genuine kind of way |