Oh, happiest of days
This is not
Joyous, yes
Happy of happenstance, no
For one whose birth
this day holds
Half day across
inter-national dateline
World still
turning round and round
Nearly half century
of beloved, now gone
Joyful gratefulness presses on
Fleeting happiness ever eludes
Oh, but what flowers could so bloom
For now in the winter of such a one's discontent
To behold the fruit bearing forth of union's progeny
To gaze upon blazing, beauteous glory
Of being blessed with raising blessings
To be held, captivated by such beautiful ones nesting
Abounding with grace amidst wounded emptiness, vacancy
Still may content with hope to be
In plenty and in want, in any and every situation
Yet may persevere in faith to move forward
No matter come what may, whatever circumstance befallen
Out of such ashes, beauty arises
So happiest of days
Though this may not be
Always and forever precious moments
In time will they be
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