A whole day?! That's pushing it. Hmm. I suppose birthdays should be happy days, and mine is in October. This poem still makes me cry, though. Actually, I can't think of a good poem about happiness. It's an oxymoron.
'Poem in October' by Dylan Thomas
Good to know that someone somewhere's having a worse time than me. Enter Philip Larkin, who always makes it better.
My father can recite snatches of poems he learnt at school, but I can't imagine either of them reading poetry to me. But in my Do As You're Told childhood, permission to struggle and even fail would have been welcome.
''Not Waving But Drowning' by Stevie Smith