Love set you going like a fat gold watch. The midwife slapped your footsoles, and your bald cry Took its place among the elements. Our voices echo, magnifying your arrival. New statue. In a drafty museum, your nakedness Shadows our safety. We stand round blankly as walls. I'm no more your mother Than the
For many, birthdays are a time of celebration—of growing older, of beginning a new year of growth and change—and reflection on the lives they’ve lived so far. Browse our selection of poems about birthdays.