A poem for my birthday

(My Friday Fave Five post is below this one.)

I saw this poem several months ago quoted on the Facebook page of a friend’s daughter — a young woman in her mid-20s! I just loved it and set it aside to post on my birthday — today. I’m sharing it for Poetry Friday as well, hosted this week by The Boy Reader.

I shall be older than this one day.

I shall think myself young when I remember.

Nothing can stop the slow change of masks my face must wear, one following one.

These gloves my hands have put on, the pleated skin, patterned by the pale tracings of my days…

These are not MY hands! And yet, these gloves do not come off!

I shall wear older ones tomorrow, til glove after glove, and mask after mask, I am buried beneath the baggage of Old Women.

Oh, then shall I drop them off,

Unbutton the sagging, misshapen apparel of age, and run, young and naked into eternity.

~ Joan Walsh Anglund

So when this corruptible shall have put on incorruption, and this mortal shall have put on immortality, then shall be brought to pass the saying that is written, Death is swallowed up in victory. I Corinthians 15:54

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19 thoughts on “A poem for my birthday

  1. HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY Barbara!!! I am singing along with Sally! And isn’t this just a fabulous poem! I’ve always loved Joan Walsh Anglund – but I’ve never heard this poem before. Love it!

  2. ♫A happy birthday to you,
    A happy birthday to you,
    May you feel Jesus near,
    Everyday of the year,
    A happy birthday to you,
    A happy birthday to you,
    And the best one you’ve ever had!♫

    Love, Jewel ☺

  3. Happy birthday Barbara! When I stopped by earlier, you hadn’t posted yet for today. Hope you’re being roundly celebrated!

    That poem is fabulous.

    How do people make those little musical notes in their comments?

  4. Happy birthday, Barb and this poem is beautiful. It would do well for us all to remember that our body is a passing thing, to be cared for now, but not stressed over too much.

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  6. Happy Birthday 🙂

    I haven’t come across this poem before – thank you. It reminded me of that wonderful one about growing old disgracefully and wearing purple…

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