A Strange Fact

Life is crazy,
When I think about
Pushing up daisy's.
A strange fact,
Appears before me.
As far as I can see,
My carol and me.
Were always meant to be.

Picking up her birth certificate,
A strange fact was presented,
That was unbelievable to me.
Well almost, She was born
30th Oct. I was born 20th Nov.
We've always been close you see.

Her birth was registered,
The day I was born. Thinking back,
Now I can see, What I always believed.
That Carol and me, Was always meant
to be

I was born on my dad's birthday,
So mum gave my dad a present.
That birthday present was me.
Also I had an aunt born the same day.



Poetry by Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2026-08-10 at 01:34

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Sameen The PoetBay support member heart!
This is a sweet and genuinely strange little story. The overlapping dates, the birth certificate registered on your birthday, the family birthdays stacking up, it all has the feel of fate being quietly arranged behind the scenes. The line "Her birth was registered the day I was born" lands as the poem's true surprise. The piece could use a little tightening though. Some phrases repeat the same idea, like "always meant to be," and the shift to your dad and aunt at the end comes a bit abruptly. Still, the wonder here is real and warm.
2026-08-25


Melinda K Zarate The PoetBay support member heart!
Your love for your wife makes me happy. It does sound like you two were ways meant to be. :]

Sincerely,
Melinda
2026-08-10


arquious The PoetBay support member heart!
What is it that they say about there not being any coincidences in life? This is quite outstanding about these dates!
2026-08-10