One Of My Happiest Days

father and mother that time
split
like a bamboo unable to take
the sway anymore of the
wind's selfish dance

and you sister
remembered my birthday and
you gave me this gift:

a brown sweatshirt inside
a brown box
wrapped with brown manila paper

cool earth i touched, the place where all my roots are
and you are there as i poured it with tears

not the sad ones my dear sister
but tears of joy for your kind remembering

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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