Birth Day. What joy we muster
As if by decree. But must we
Eat cake? inflate balloons?
Blow candles out in
One long breath?
(A snuffed out kind of death)
Give tokens for the gift of life
And still our babies gasp
Their first on air and howl
And ever after weep
Somewhat existentially rueful on my birthday with this evocative photo from Shay to prompt our Sunday Muse
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