Every year I am born again,
more or less -
much more than less.
My newborn heart
is clean and
I have returned, once more, to myself.
I look at you with
and see your love and goodness
My wishes today are this:
to be in the presence of small hands and faces;
to drink hot coffee in the society of birds;
to hear my grandmother’s voice say “I love you” once more.
And this, yes, this -
as the candles glow and the words are sung,
I will close my eyes and whisper
a new song,
thank you, thank you, thank you.