It is late afternoon <br />this first day of winter - <br />electric cold and amber warm. <br />Long shadows dapple <br />and the light twinkles. <br /> <br />It is your morning, <br />your first of summer morning, <br />your birthday morning - <br />dear Tara McHale. <br /> <br />Your compassion and tenderness <br />have lifted my spirit <br />time and time again. <br /> <br />Your pain and tears <br />have touched me <br />beyond words. <br /> <br />Your poems <br />reveal your life - <br />with honesty and charm. <br /> <br />Your comments <br />seduce without flattery <br />and inspire me to write. <br /> <br />Your hundreds of messages <br />are always 'interesting' <br />and often make my day. <br /> <br />The last year's soap opera <br />has challenged you - <br />demanded monumental courage <br /> <br />and patience from you, <br />but now you've turned the corner <br />and sweet love beckons... <br /> <br />Dear Tara, <br />poet princess, <br />spiritual child, <br />Have a Happy, Happy Birthday.<br /><br />Alison Cassidy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-strictly-not-a-poem-birthday-greeting-for-tara/
