A Birthday To Remember
There are periods of time
We think we’ll forever remember.
Experiences burn into our mind,
But I can’t recall my birthday that December.
I do however recollect
That it was four months after
My mother had passed away,
And I felt like an abandoned daughter.
Lately I’ve been thinking about then
Trying to give that moment a name.
When I look back at those events,
It’s like the shadow of a flame.
Two months after that birthday
I had a daughter of my own.
That I remember clearly to this day yet
The preceding December a memory gone.
I feel a little cheated
Having to decipher this secret code,
Locked in the recesses of my mind
Using a script seemingly written with toes.
That was the year I turned twenty-five
Amidst two life changing tornadoes.
But that December resides in my mind, like
The silent spaces between spoken words.
Some events are more outstanding than others
Or only with some things it would seem.
My thoughts disconnect from that period,
Turned into the faded memory of a dream.
I doubt I will ever remember
How I celebrated my twenty-fifth year,
Aging between birth and deaths whirlwinds
All forgotten like a candle’s smoke high in the air.