with a line from Wendell Berry
Today’s your birthday
and you say you’d like
someone to write
a poem for you,
in honor of your
special day.
The reason no one
has written a poem
for you is this –
you are your poem.
No one has written
a poem for you,
in honor of your
special day because
your days are waiting
patiently for you
to insist on making
them all special,
for you to set them
ablaze with joy and love.
You are your poem.
May you, your poem
unfold over the years
full of wonder and delight.
In daylight dripping with
rain or our sun’s light rays,
may you feel above you
the day-blind stars
waiting with their light.
At night with landscape
dim under overcast
or lit with moonlight
or other stars’ light,
know that dawn returns.
Know you are also light.
May all of your days
after this one
enfold you with
laughter and love.
May you be surrounded
by people you love
and by people
who love you.
Your life
on this day
and on all days
is your gift.
You are your poem.
Andrew Shattuck McBride
NaPoWriMo
April 19, 2012
Andrew Shattuck McBride, Writer's Blog 
What an absolutely gorgeous poem of blessing. Just reading it feels like a kind of salvation.
Jennifer, thank you so much.
This poem is for my friend Kelly S., who provided the prompt accidentally – in passing!
However, it seems appropriate for everyone who shares a specific birthdate. I hope that it blesses and encourages, too.
Thanks again, and with warm regards, Andy
This poem is not only a blessing, but an encouragement to live life to its fullest. Wonderful work, Andrew. And good job, Kelly!
Lisa, thank you so much for your kind comments.
Blessings to you and yours, Andy