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Happy Birthday Week

sushi, cake
Sushi and Cake for Monday
Day 1 of my birthday week
Just for me



It’s my happy birth week!
Is there such a thing? 
Oh yeah, I say, to you
Nothing wrong with celebrating
Celebrating my survival
Despite the challenges of parenting

Sometimes, I wonder
Should I help, should I not?
With their adulting, that is
That may be quite a lot?

They are able to work
And weak, they are not
They can earn like their mom
Pay their bills (most of them)
Not delay and what not

Things like reminding them to get up
To make it to work
Not be tardy or miss 
Their ride and miss work

Or make sure to make
College education a priority
So, they don’t end up on the mercy
To live on charity
Or be a burden to me
Or to our society

Comments

  1. happy birth week to you! I like to over-celebrate, if there is such a thing. enjoy! I liked your poem, too.

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  2. Happy Birthday all week and that Sushi looks so yumm

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  3. Although I've just eaten, you know how to raise an apetite

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