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Birthday Blues
by Joan Serratelli
Only 3 more days
to go
Another decade
gone by
I am now
OFFICALLY
at the end
of my
middle years
I am now
OLD
does it change
my being?
No
I’ll still
wear
my short
dresses
Yet
I usually
want to
“fit in”
When it comes
to 2 things
I REFUSE
to comform
I will still
wear my
mini dresses
~and~
I will still
smoke
my “weird”
BLACK
cigarettes
Farewell
50’s
In the last
ten years
I have gained
weight
I have gained
5 Grandchildren
I have become
less afraid
to be
who I am
And I make
no apologies
or false promises
I have never
forgotten
where I
came from
I grow older
I hope
I grow
stronger
Life dealt
me an interesting
(albeit painful
and rare)
hand
I am just trying
to play
to win
Does the one
with the most
toys win?
That’s yet
to be seen
I’m just trying
to survive in a
a very cruel world
09/17/2012
Author's Note: I was born on the first day of "Rosh Hashunna" THAT year. My Dad found out that I entered the world at 6:20 am. The hospital did NOT call my house. The Resident who delivered me heard my father being called up to the alter. My last name was unusual. As my Father went back to his seat, a young guy identified himself as the Dr who delivered me. Since my Mom had toxic convulsions 4 days earlier, there was some question as my condition~ the dr (was an incompentant egotistical asshole) He did not even show up for my birth. I probably would have punched him) OBVIOUSLY, I lived
My Dad named me immediatley and left "shul" to see my Mom and me.
Posted on 09/17/2012
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