I keep thinking this is my mother's birthday too
when it is not
hers and my mother's are off by a day
not to mention all
those decades
though in my mind time no longer matters
and we float in a limbo of feelings
marking them off on
my calendar
like a prisoner xing
out the days
till his release
I keep thinking I
want to stay silent
to let this day
tumble away into the past
the way all or
ordinary days do
the march of time
we think about only as we
blow out the candles on the cake
or at those more
general occasions
at year’s end when we are all feeling
that much older
I know I should not
do or say anything
this is her
celebration not mine
and yet I know I'll
do something stupid
I always do
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