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 eight 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.