There was a boy who had a dream
For every year his heart still beat,
And every year another dream
He added to his chest to keep.
In his chest his dreams did swim
With hopes or satisfactory grins.
Every dream could make amends
For doubts that tried to creep within.
A new, strong, and handsome dream
Was outside, waiting for the key;
To be let in, to dive its depths,
To give the boy another year’s breath.
Anticipation flooded his chest,
Beating and dreaming the days till best,
Until best came—which is today—
When on this day the grant was made.
Dream twenty-nine took its place
As twenty-eight others bowed in grace.
The newest nine moved in proud,
The twenty-ninth dream had left the ground.
Happy Birthday to my husband.
January 22, 2015