Bernard Kennedy

Rookie - 234 Points (20 May 1956 / Dublin)

Birthday Poem - Poem by Bernard Kennedy

I remember a young boy once envious
cried out, on seeing his sisters
birthday card,
'there's only one number on mine'.
A day we celebrate a life given.
When mother delivered and father
lit a cigar.
Like a fresh new morning,
words like future, write the page,
the world is my oyster.
And later, the birthday numbers double,
the doctor visits treble,
the gait, no longer running
up the rugby field, to score that
elusive try, slows down,
and reaction is paused, by caution,
like stepping on scree,
at Croagh Patrick
the concentration, now
more focus, than canvas,
and poetry more haiku
than romantic verse.
And dreams are for sleeping.
A day- a birthday- recall.

birthday is to be,
and future is the waiting.
A happy birthday.


Comments about Birthday Poem by Bernard Kennedy

  • Rookie - 58 Points Vijay Sai R (6/3/2014 7:18:00 AM)

    a nice birthday lullaby...beautiful to read (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 20, 2014

Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 20, 2014


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