My Special Day Poem by Steel McCain

If you didn’t know
My special day was 40 years ago
Early morning foggy gray
Rhonda gave birth to Lucy’s baby
From that point on life has been crazy
They say number 13 is unlucky, cursed
To me it is holy, reversed
Just another sign of my abnormality
In a land complete with formality
Time Magazine was looking for life out there
I was on the way and now here
First workday, call in sick day, on a Monday,1971
From Billy came a good, handsome son
Not much remembered about my special day
Except that I was tossed in the turmoil to boil
Low and behold, God is good and saved my soul
My kind is set up to not last and die at young ages
I have lived, learned and dodged those cages
I share my special day with those close to my heart
Close to my soul only One can see
Mainly with that very special one named MiMi.