Please Dont Make a Big Deal of Me
Please don’t make a big deal about my birthday she said.
When you get to a certain age, you don’t want recognition.
She was wearing a pointed hat at the time.
I like to be incognito she lied.
Her six bracelets and fourteen rings begged to differ.
She was wearing a navy-blue strapless gown.
At her age it was remarkable, no one her age does this.
Of course, we do not know what age it is.
The necklace around her neck was a signature piece.
Louder and prouder than any necklace I have ever seen.
Her dangling earrings were fashioned from a designer.
Right, her sons said. “No attention tor you, Mom.”
Her daughters-in-law could not wait to get to the garden to discuss her.
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