My birthday last week was a flurry of events.
You know when you were younger and someone would have a stack of paper, with a different positioned stick man drawn on each one? Then they rifle through it and you watch the little man move about and it happens so fast that you don’t have a chance to inspect and take in every page, so one minute the man is moving and the next it’s over. That’s what my birthday felt like… in a metaphorical way (ooo fancy!)
It was a day (actually more like a day expanded out into the weekend, not that I’m complaining!) , full of the best kind of surprises with the best kind of people. I honestly wasn’t expecting all the fuss, but it left me with that warm glow I get when I’m happy that lasted all day ❤
That night I tried to scribble down all the going on’s of the day into a three piece stanza. I wouldn’t call it a poem, because I can’t rhyme but more like words put together to create a memory.
Birthday cake and pretty
flushed cheeks and
Shiny balloons and
pink ribbon string
Screams of shock
turned to delight
More cake? Yes please
Polaroid pictures and
Feel so lucky
Feel so loved
What’s been the best birthday you’ve ever had?