May tornadoes, wars, doomsday, and EME weaponry;
Power lines and cables mangled by fierce twister;
Stranded my sincere words to you on transistor
Blocked for eight days, your birthday from my memory;
Now May turns to June, I wish it not repeated;
Birthday forgot; but remembered birthday, I forgot
Prolongs our celebrations my dear, that’s what;
Futurity speaking no reminder needed
‘Cause my love for you, these many years runs nonstop;
You are my Rox Anne yes you are, my gorgeous wife;
Love you yesterday, today, and for the rest of my life;
This love for you I’ll shout it loud from the rooftop;
Happy Birthday I wish you beyond a day or year;
May you have lots of birthdays by my side, my prayer.
© Paterika Hengreaves
June 8, 2011/St James, Barbados
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