MAY 1st, 2011

HAPPY BIRTHDAY.

May Day.
Did not receive a birthday card this year
from my mother or sister.
Every year they would send me a card,
making a fuss about my birthday.

Maypole Day.
My father also thought this was a special day.
Now, he never sent me a card,
but when he was alive
“Dad”, always appeared on the card.

So, what’s the punch-line?
They are all dead.

Spring.
I never gave it much thought,
receiving these cards over the years.

In fact, in recent years,
I was bemused,
at being reminded of
my aging and mortality.

May 1st.
No birthday card.