Birthday Poems for Sister: Short, Sweet, and Heartfelt Poems

We will not speak of years to-night,—
For what have years to bring
But larger floods of love and light,
And sweeter songs to sing?

We will not drown in wordy praise
The kindly thoughts that rise;
If Friendship own one tender phrase,
He reads it in our eyes.

Oh! This is a happy, beautiful world!
My heart is light and gay;
The birds in the trees sing blithely to me
And I’m six years old to-day.

Yes, six, and father has bought me a book,
And mother, the sweetest doll,
All dressed in white with blue eyes bright,
And the nicest hat and shawl.

My kitty sat quietly near the fire
As Dolly and I came by;
Miss Dolly bowed, and pussy meowed,
And opened her yellow eye.

Ah me! if Kit could only talk,
And Dolly could but chat,
We’d social be as any three—
Talk, sing, and all of that.

I dressed all up in grandma’s cap,
And put on her glasses too;
“Why, Grandma!” I said, as I looked at myself,
“I’m almost as old as you.”

My mother softly kissed my cheek,
And then she blessed me too,
Praying that I, as years went by,
Might be as good and true.

My birthday song is a merry one,
And my heart is warm and light;
Kind father, mother, and dear grandma,
Sweet dolly and pussy, good night.

A funny thing I heard to-day,
I might as well relate.
Our Lil is six, and little May
Still lacks a month of eight.

And, through the open play-room door,
I heard the elder say:
“Lil, run downstairs and get my doll;
Go quick, now—right away!”

And Lillie said—(and I agreed
That May was hardly fair):—
“You might say ‘please,’ or go yourself—
I didn’t leave it there.”

“But, Lillie,” urged the elder one,
“Your little legs, you know,
Are younger than mine are, child,
And so you ought to go!”

As Peter sat at Heaven’s gate
A maiden sought permission,
And begged of him, if not too late,
To give her free admission.

“What claim hast thou to enter here?”
He cried with earnest mien.
“Please sir,” said she, ’twixt hope and fear,
“I’m only just sixteen!”

“Enough,” the hoary guardian said,
And the gate wide open threw.
“That is the age when every maid
Is girl and angel too.”