A birthday poem for a friend whose name I forgot.

Hey XYZ,
I’d like to wish you a very happy birthday
A shower of glory and peace.
That’s all.Oh wait,
Also a lifetime of satisfying burps

And blurbs.
Of course, you are a writer,
I wish you useful things,
Things that rhyme,
That shoot
And scatter
That flow effortlessly
Sometimes messy
That bring deep sighs and
involuntary smiles.

You’re a lover
A comedian
A writer
A worrier

I’m not even sure anymore
Where I met you
Why I met you
Did I ever meet you?
Will I ever meet you?
Does it matter?

No,
this is about cakes and candles
And birthday kisses and
love handles.

About growing up
and staying young.
Recovering wisdom
And skipping again.

Didn’t I say I was going to keep this short
And breezy,

Like the back-lit yellow flowers
that wave at you
As you run.

Happy birthday, XYZ.
You sweetheart.

(Somehow saying XYZ breaks the rhythm. It could be SUPW or XKD or RSVP or something. I found this on my computer today.)

About Natasha Badhwar

"Because I'm a Tinker. That's who I am. Tinkers fix things. But I can't do it alone." (Pause for lots of action. Group Action......) "You did it, Tinker, you saved Spring!" I also have three children, one marriage, a million friends and one life.
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