Forgetting would be easier
than the generic Hallmark
that arrives late--
not even postmarked on time,
even though you drive by
a drop box every day,
and that arrives with no
handwritten note--
but which has your handwriting
for dad's signature, too, and my sister's,
and that arrives with the check--
happy birthday in the memo line,
a smiley face made from exclamation points--
because you can't think
of anything to give me--
because you've already given me
some genes, and I'm clearly
selfish
to want anything else.
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(that's a sad face, or as best I could do with a keyboard.)
I feel your pain- my father used to send me late birthday cards and didn't even spell my name right. Ugh.
Hope the rest of your day goes better! Happy birthday!