THREE TENS ARE THIRTY

09.16.2017

Three tens are thirty 

Only words that come to mind

On the day before

Your birthday. As I 

Wait with bated breath for it 

To pass, to 'get through'

Thirty years since I

First held you, smelled you – brand new

My essence seeks yours

But weary it is

To steward your memory

"What to do?" I ask

Reminisce the first

Rest memories in my heart

My bear always be