By Gary Agurries
What day is it
Has nothing to do with us.
I give my baby a token,
Of my appreciation just because.
She’s too special to take suggestion’s
from a calendar.
She gets birthday cake on any monday,
And any given day flowers.
She makes me want to be romantic
And to show her.
Not just every day
But every single hour…
A date is something we go on,
Not time to show my affection..
A fraction of my life set aside
To show a form of celebration.
I celebrate her with each and
Every breath that I take..
And I know I’ve earned it when…
I reach one of those anniversary dates.
What day is it…
Another day with my baby.
That is one of the greatest days,
In my calendar for me.