I’ve always thought at the time of being a child that the date

Of this, February 9 was only mine, a day of fun and celebration.

This date and time has always been special to me as i am alive,

Each year as i do awake on this day nine, it is that life is mine.

Fifty three i will surely be, i remember five, thirteen, and sixteen,

Eighteen, twenty one, thirty seemed scary as a little older i would be.

As a child, a teen, and adult, February nine would be a day for me,

Given by god was the ninth day of this month to join the human race.

Never knowing how many of these i will be blessed with is a thought,

February 9 nineteen sixty two, a baby and what seems like a long dream.

Keith Garrett