Talking About My Birthday

“Say, I hear your birthday's coming up this week. You’re going to be eighty-one, eh?” “Yep, eighty-one on the fifth of December. It’s a fairly easy day to remember, as you'll see, I could surely use a tune-up or at least a tweak. The mind great, but the body’s getting frail.” “Let’s see. That’s two days before Pearl Harbor. I’ll bet your mother never forgot that day.” “Nope. When the Japanese heard I was born, It apparently stirred up some aggressive ardor. So, some blame me for the bombing of Pearl Harbor two days later.” “Oh, I wouldn’t go so far as to say that!” “Just a joke; however, I made quite a commotion in the family, since I was born on my sister’s seventh birthday.” “You don’t say! Really?" But, at the time, I didn’t consider any of that at all!” Written December 3, 2022 Submitted to "Dialogue Proficiency" Poetry Contest Sponsored by Matt Caliri