September is absolutely the best month for a birthday. The sun is shining. The days are cool and clear. After August’s rest and adventure, before Halloween and Christmas cards appear, the world seems just perfect (for a while). Even the leaves stay green.
Listen. Isn’t there are difference to the sounds in your street? Birds are singing goodbye songs. Cars start their engines earlier. Back to work, back to school, doing this, doing that. Old routine: new routine.
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Think of your birthday as a joint celebration. Whilst you’re looking forward to being more than you were, your parents are thinking backwards: remembering the day you were born and the thrill and surprise of it all. A new life made of them.
And here you are, all these years on, remarkable and true.
This is the final poem from my recent collection for children titled Twelve