Thirty Seven Years Ago
my birthday
it comes once a year
I enjoy thee attention
the thought of people thinking of me
of my mother still sending money
of my husband forgetting,
but getting us invited to Red Lobster just the same
of my kids making homemade cards
of customer's wishing me happy birthday
and feeling like a kid again
opening presents and eating cake
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