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Twenty-eight, a threshold bright,

A journey kissed by morning light.

Grateful heart, a soul in bloom,

Emerging strong from past’s dim room.

Another year, a gift to hold,

Not marred by time but edged in gold.

Health intact, this beating heart,

A canvas clear, a brand-new start.

I hope this year will cradle grace,

Growth that shines upon my face.

With each new step, a strength to claim,

Building on this life’s sweet flame.

I’ll move with purpose, mind and bone,

Find balance in the seeds I’ve sown.

Emotions steady, calm and true,

A well of peace I’ll sip anew.

Spirit lifted, reaching high,

Roots in earth and gaze in sky.

I’ll seek the stillness, feel the flow,

The gentle pull of things to grow.

Here’s to the journey, happy birthday to me,

A vessel sailing toward the sea.

With gratitude, I chart my fate—

The boundless skies of twenty-eight.

~RMC