Birth day

Today is my birthday so I shall indulge in a bit of navel-gazing.


On this day,

Long ago and far away,

I was born in a town I’ve never seen,

A country never been,

Among people I’ll never know.

Mid-December day of ice and snow,

A hesitation on the way,

Not a place to stay,

No ties that bind,

No tangled interwined

Branch and root,

No tree to bear fuit.

Distant, unregretted time and place,

No memories stored that can replace,

This me, this you,

This just we two,

This river-bright, cloud-grey

Mild and blustery, gull-filled day.


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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

36 thoughts on “Birth day”

      1. Sometimes it is a necessity to navel gaze to know one’s navel well enough although it is also good to remove that focus and gaze at the horizons again so your eyesight can clear and regain better focus.

    1. There are parts of my past, like the place I was born that have so little weight. What’s important is now, what I am now, and what made me the way I am. It certainly wasn’t a maternity hospital in Philadelphia.

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