Birthdays come and birthdays go; some bring springtime, others, snow.

I was born on the darkest day, and shared my new life with a brother.

We were on our way.


Shared too, was Christmas, so close at hand.

Presents were few and practical, and had to be shared,

But Mom, undaunted, and not one to fake,

Made our day special with a few good friends and lemon cake.


School, work, marriage, divorce, just living life, of course, got in the way. Years came and went, and we spent our pay, avoiding the day.

But then, before it's too late, at 98,

We gather friends and family around us and cut lemon cake.


Mom would be so proud.


Copyright 1997 © Ronald W. Hull




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