It is one hour and fifteen minutes
until my birthday
and I am announcing
I love you to whomever
is listening.
In the kitchen
I’m hugging my son
who wasn’t there
the day I was born
but who loves that
I gave him life
and am still present-
these written words
turning autumn leaves
into red stars.
I am happy right now
and this is a rant for survival-
for wanting more time
on this spinning planet.
And if I dance
it will be with you.
And if I love
it will be with you.
You, the one
who is reading this poem!
I want to celebrate all our beginnings
and that I am alive
in this ever present
singular moment of bliss-
when like the autumn rose,
I still remember
the almost forgotten
scent of spring.
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Hello Johanna, hopefully all is well with you and yours. I see this as a convenient way to contact you. I’m glad you keep submitting poetry for the Friday Poetry Corner. In my prose and poetry I write of what I know, but I change names, dates and places, some more than others. In the poem I submitted for this Friday’s entryfor the Friday Poetry Corner much is straight fact One of the two men is me and things happened as described. The greeting he gave when first we met was “03” which is the basic designation for United States Marine Corps rifleman, the backbone of the Maine Corps. From there our connection began only to end that last day when we saw each other at the doctor’s office. Semper Fi/Semper Fortis Jim Garrett