Pure beauty is rare,
it's a joy to see.
Real kindness
is a gift givers give.
One who has both
has our envy & pride --
we boast of her friendship
& cherish her love.
The joy in her world
is reflected in her face,
a face unchanged with time --
long ago she made her peace.
She has her sisterhood
(beyond her home life),
a team till death do us part --
grounded, conected & well.
Such beauty is rare,
is an inside job,
takes effort & care,
has a life of its own --
nurtures self & others
& is never alone.
This poem is the poet's way,
the way to your heart,
so lift up your voice
in gratitude & celebration:
Happy Birthday Carrie!
it's a joy to see.
Real kindness
is a gift givers give.
One who has both
has our envy & pride --
we boast of her friendship
& cherish her love.
The joy in her world
is reflected in her face,
a face unchanged with time --
long ago she made her peace.
She has her sisterhood
(beyond her home life),
a team till death do us part --
grounded, conected & well.
Such beauty is rare,
is an inside job,
takes effort & care,
has a life of its own --
nurtures self & others
& is never alone.
This poem is the poet's way,
the way to your heart,
so lift up your voice
in gratitude & celebration:
Happy Birthday Carrie!