Treasure Island

Maria Magdalena Biela


Dot The I


It is your birthday. I wish you well.
In my humble soul you will always dwell.
I dried my memories, I answered my ”why”
With my silence I dot the i.

What is a birthday? Joy or a tear?
A day to wait or to hate year by year?
A day to be happy? A day to cry?
With my silence I dot the i.

My birthdays are simple and easy to pass.
I don’t count my wrinkles, I consider it crass.
I count past birthdays and I bid them goodbye.
With my silence I dot the i.

How are you dear? Did you grow old?
Amongst my thoughts I thee behold.
I’d like to caress you, to fix your tie.
With my silence I dot the i.

I know you’re lonely. I’ve planted my seeds.
You have your science. I have my deeds.
I remember you being brilliant and shy.
With my silence I dot the i.

Happy another birthday, my faraway dear,
champagne cheers from my heart also this year!
I promise to do so till the day I’ll die.
With my silence I dot the i.

Submitted: Thursday, March 20, 2014
Edited: Wednesday, April 23, 2014

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

What do you think this poem is about?



Topic(s): friend

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

improve

Poet's Notes about The Poem

I wrote this poem for my faraway friend's birthday.

Comments about this poem (Dot The I by Maria Magdalena Biela )

Enter the verification code :

  • Louis Cordoba (3/21/2014 1:13:00 AM)

    I don't know who is the muse of this wonderful poem, but if I were him, I would definitely consider myself the happiest man on this Earth. I confess that I felt the depths of somehow hidden love / friendship regrets, memories, sadness, while reading this poem. Maddalena has this innocent power to express deep feelings through very simple words and images. I felt a tear in my soul, also. I wish I were that man... (Report) Reply

Read all 1 comments »
[Hata Bildir]