My sweet Aunt Mary, a happy and loving individual whom I have mentioned in this space on numerous instances, turns ninety years young today. She was born Mary Olive Day in the Kansas City area on July 27th, 1925, went to high school in Neosho, Missouri, where she met and married my uncle, Wayne Macy, and moved to San Diego during World War II. She has remained in San Diego ever since.
Aunt Mary, a mother of two and grandmother of several, recently attended the wedding of her great-granddaughter. Mary enjoys writing poetry, and I have published a couple of her poems in this blog previously. Today I wanted to showcase a poem that is happy and full of life, like Aunt Mary. I have selected "A Gift of Sunshine" by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.
Happy birthday, Aunt Mary. May every day get better and better!
A Gift of Sunshine
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
O gift of God! O perfect day:
Whereon shall no man work, but play;
Whereon it is enough for me,
Not to be doing, but to be!
Through every fibre of my brain,
Through every nerve, through every vein,
I feel the electric thrill, the touch
Of life, that seems almost too much.
I hear the wind among the trees
Playing celestial symphonies;
I see the branches downward bent,
Like keys of some great instrument.
And over me unrolls on high
The splendid scenery of the sky,
Where through a sapphire sea the sun
Sails like a golden galleon,
Towards yonder cloud-land in the West,
Towards yonder Islands of the Blest,
Whose steep sierra far uplifts
Its craggy summits white with drifts.
Blow, winds! and waft through all the rooms
The snow-flakes of the cherry-blooms!
Blow, winds! and bend within my reach
The fiery blossoms of the peach!
O Life and Love! O happy throng
Of thoughts, whose only speech is song!
O heart of man! canst thou not be
Blithe as the air is, and as free?