The Day I was Born

Bloganuary invites us to describe the happiest day of our life.

‘Tis the day I can’t remember
I believe ’twas in November
The day I was born!

The seagulls squarked and whirled
As I opened my eyes upon this world
The day I was born!

My pages were new and clean
Future stories yet unseen
The day I was born!

Schooldays and growing up
And family showing up
Began the day I was born.

Learning to ponder deep
So many friendships ready to reap
Began the day I was born

So many happy days
Made possible through history’s haze
Due to the day I was born!

Published by wonderingpilgrim

Not really retired but reshaped and reshaping. Now a pilgrim at large ready to engage with what each day brings.

5 thoughts on “The Day I was Born

  1. Thanks, Briana. An interesting question – I’m not aware that this is any particular style of poetry and I never paid much attention to literary forms way back in my school days. I fancy it has a bit of the old Aussie bush poetry form in it. It just fell out! 😀


  2. I am not a literary major, and it has been a few decades, but I do believe there is a name for this type of poetry, where one main line is repeated in each stanza. But I can not remember.
    Lovely poem.


  3. Goodness – so many choices of three liners (tercets) with a variety of types of repetition. Closest so far is “amplification.” I’ll keep digging.


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