Like a beautiful pink camellia that’s how you appear to me
That bloom in chilly August on it’s dark green mother tree
So bright and fresh and pretty in the wintery wind and rain
That’s how you’ve always looked to me and that’s how you will remain.
The beautiful camellia flower that blooms fresh and young today
In two or three weeks if that long will have gone into decay
For flowers have such a brief span they quickly fade away
But in sixty years of living your beauty with you stay.
I feel privileged and grateful for to have you as a friend
And I will love you and respect you until my life will end
You are warm and kind hearted and well loved and well known
And it’s due to you and to you only that into a better person I have grown.
You are wise and quite intelligent and beautiful to behold
And you don’t have a gray hair on your head and you never will grow old
And on your sixtieth birthday you still look beautiful to me
Like the young and pretty pink flower on the green camellia tree.
This poem was written/submitted by Francis Duggan.