Let's Strongly Celebrate My Day

Let's Strongly Celebrate My Day I'm in my seventies- Ms. Faleeha , as they call me. I have decided To celebrate my day. I'll invite all my close friends to the party Since I have many. ………………………………… ……………………………… ……………… I'll send invitations to the sea gulls at the beach …….. To the flowers grown on the sides of the roads, ……… To the running waves, those flatterers Who, when I show up, hasten to kiss my toes again and again. I'll invite the breeze; how much I love it though stricken with snowflakes, My old friend, the bus Which used to take me home from work, ………….. The other one, that was blue, …………………. The flocks of ducks, ……………….. The leaves of trees – those coming back home, …………………. And my children's faces; all are here around me- as I imagine. But, they seem busy now With other things- more important. What else? I asked myself. Oh, yeah I remember ……. I'll write on a piece of paper: "Let's celebrate it, it's my day." But, I've not thought of ... Who will make the cake, suffering I am from rheumatism, I can hardly move. Even If I can, what kind of a cake will it be Without sugar or oil? I am on a diet. And who will make the apple juice- I'm already run out of apples. And Who will set the balloons And fix them up to the ceiling? And …..and …..and ? Oh, I've got sick of all that. I am, the so-called Faleeha , strongly willing To celebrate alone by myself, And thus, I'll embrace the computer and sleep. Translated into English by Hussein Nasser Jabr