Make Today a Celebration #2

sparked the same theme from another angle... Our son turns 25 today sparking a bit of nostalgiaas well as rekindling fresh awareness for today's countless reasons to celebrate. Like a bit of Pooh and Eeyore... Like a raindrop spangled puddle... Like a splash of violet stars... Like the cackle of a grackle... Make today a celebrationCount or write them in a bookMasterpieces of creationThat sometimes, we overlookLike a smile, or isle of natureThat kindles the poet’s yen/penLike the rolling green of pastureStayed by shores, ceruleanLike a tot, a pup, a flowerLike an ocean in a shellOr the beauty of an hourWithout duty to compelLike the brook-bank for a pillowLike blossom-embellished breezeOr wind-song that turns the willowInto cello-symphoniesLike a morning warm and yellowOr an afternoon blue-grayLike the eager little fellowThat no mother’s hand can stayLike the echo of spent reasonArousing a rampant acheFor the font of present seasonMelding to what moments makeFrom daybreak so swiftly wovenInto twilight’s hushed caressStirring us to note life’s commonGround run rife with lovelinessLike the cackle of a grackleOr the singing of a larkOr bite of juicy, red appleOr a color-dappled parkWhere a future generationRiding childhood’s carouselOn steads of imaginationSoon will bear youth’s fond farewellWhile we gaze with tear-dimmed hungerAt time’s ever-changeless wayWhere no one is growing youngerOn its run of day-to-dayWhile a momentous occasionInvites us to sing and danceIn a conscious celebrationFor each day and what it grantsLike a bit o’ Pooh or EeyoreTo make us chuckle out loudLike a stroll along the seashoreFar, far from the madding crowdLike a big ole brown pet bunnyLike a fresh-steeped cuppa teaLike fresh bread drizzled with honeyLike phrases like you-and-meLike the utter-ness of knowingWe have more than we deserveIn the soft spring zephyr flowingThrough pink orchard’s petal-verveLike a wicker basket ladenWith tastiest of munch-fareAnd the delight of a maidenWaiting to sample her shareOf a slice of almost heavenOn a quilt, worn picnic thinWhere mean foibles are forgivenAs the sun kisses our skinAnd we feel life’s comforts, simpleLike a friendly, firm handshakeLike a baby’s darling dimpleLike a slice of birthday cakeLike a raindrop spangled puddleLike a splash of violet starsLike a sentimental muddleOf  Love’s heartstring-tug-of-warsLike a lilt where Lyric danglesBursting with unplumbed surpriseWhile the balladeer untanglesTendrils of ink-cloven sighsLike a stunning revelationOr sudden epiphanyMake today a celebrationOf gratitude-poetry © Janet Martin "What?!!" gasped Dolly one to Dolly two"What do you mean, you don't want a tweat/treat?!!"(this I overheard while trying to sneak a pic) 😂💖