September 27th…“TELL US WHAT MADE YOUR BIRTHDAY CAKES MEMORABLE AS A TODDLER GROWING UP ON THE FARM IN MINNESOTA.”
POEM – “Plastic Indians And Songbirds” by N. Elliott Noorlun
Plastic Indians and Songbirds, Upon my birthday cakes,
Each year gave me the giggles, And high-chair bouncing shakes!
Our precious Mom, Somewhere she found, Those tiny plastic friends,
To hold each bright new candle, Completing each calendar’s bends.
As her little boy, Grew inch by inch, New Indian or Bird would appear,
Warming the joy, For this little boy, As to yummy cake I’d draw near.
Those hardworking hands of Mother, Who made and touched my cake,
Gave all her love, With His blessings above, Just for her little boy’s sake.
Each plastic holder, As I got older, Took on magic all its own,
As it seemed they lent, An extra splash, To the overall birthday tone.
Eventually, Mom’s birthday cakes, Reflected a boy grown taller,
And candle holders, Too would change, From the ones I had when smaller.
But we all know, It wasn’t just, Candles that made her cakes best,
T’was the ambiance of a mother’s love, From her genuine heart expressed.
Norwegian Farmer's Son 