Celebrate Her

A tear slides gently down her cheek
Leaving a trail to mark its path,
Giving notice of her heart
Remembering years gone by.

She was a daughter
Born into a world full of hate,
Left alone to grow
Into a woman full of love.

Sister to three brothers
Allowing her to be herself,
Giving her room to bloom
Protecting her from harm.

A wife who was loved
Before it was taken from her,
Teaching her an injured heart
Will heal with time.

She is a mother
Full of undying love for her sons,
Support, Pride, and Encouragement
For what they have become.

She is grown now
Having survived half a century,
Living to the fullest
Loving and being loved.

Pat Sinclair 2010

Happy Birthday

How many wishes will come true
Around the time you celebrate?
Perhaps only one or maybe two…
Pretty cards and silken ribbon bind
You to the ones that do.


Beautiful memories of celebrations past
Increase as the day advances.
Rising with the sun to follow along,
Taking you tenderly into the night.
Happiness and friends combine, making music,
Dance away the day while you can
Add to your trail of life, of love and of years.
Years lost to all, but memory.

Pat Sinclair
22 Jun 2010