A poem for my friend's 95th birthday.
I know a nice lady named Joan
sometimes she calls on the phone
but most times she'll email
or drop me a snail mail
to cheer me as I sit at home.
A special day is coming for Joan
a birthday some call a milestone
she'll be ninety-five
the twenty-ninth of July
so this quarantine I do bemoan.
I'd like to be taking Joan out
to eat at our favorite hangout
but covid is lurking
so this year we're shirking
the urge to be out and about.
The best I can do is intone
the happiest birthday she's known
with a poem I've penned
and paint flowers I'll send
with love and hugs to my good pal, Joan!