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
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