A birthday poem for the editor (me).

My co-workers have a tradition of sending birthday greetings to each other, and those greetings are often in the form of poems, or po-ims, as we call them. Here's the first po-im I read today, from Ginny:

2-day I here its ur birthday.

Culd this b tru?

I hope u no wee apreesheate

Everythin u due.

And if u sea a mistake o 2

o three o even mor

We no you will fix em quick,

Thats y u we adoor.

Wit red pen in hand

n dichinairy by ur side

No split infinativ

can sirvive

Ur all ways redee

to git us thru,

Wit beter gramma

n spelin to,

Sew in this greating maid 4 u

My erers r their four u,

Its just cuz I want u to no,

How much we luv u.

Hopping to grately make ur birthday x-tra spechil.

I laughed until I had tears running down my face, and howled so much the dog got nervous. Thanks, Ginny. My birthday wuz x-tra spechil!

I'll be back tomorrow with reflections on turning 49.

Be thankful ~


Karen