Today is the day we celebrate your birth:
The day you were born, your first day on Earth.
For forty-nine years we have celebrated you,
On the 24th of January, since 1962.
There’ve been parties with cakes, balloons and more,
And of course there’ve been cards and presents galore!
There was a drawing once, such a long time ago,
So long I’d forgotten – or misremembered it. Though
It took time to create, I don’t recall the source
From which I had copied that single horned horse.
It was created in pencil, and inked with a pen.
Every detail was checked, again and again,
Until finally it was done; the gift was complete.
Packed for delivery, it was carried down the street
To the post office for mailing, to you, from me,
To arrive some days later in Elkins, WV.
It was just one gift, created for you
When we were just kids with growing up to do.
The pen I still have, but it is now out of use
Though I hope that one day I will recover my muse.
So instead of a drawing it’s a poem you get
(though I hope that you’ve not given up on it yet.)
It’s a song to send wishes of happiness to you;
It is hoping for fun, in whatever you do,
Because this is the day that we take time each year
To remember your birthday – we’re so glad you’re here!
Now go and enjoy, my long-lost found friend,
Because sadly I write, this poem’s come to its end.
Happy Birthday, Susan.