Randy McClave

Gold Star - 14,399 Points (Ashland, Kentucky)

Sharing My Birthday With The Lord - Poem by Randy McClave

To my mother and to all accord
It is awful to share a birthday with the Lord,
Though the month is the same and not on the 25th
Only on Christmas day, do I ever get my birthday and Christmas gift;
I always share my birthday with someone else
When I talk about my own party, mom talks about Santa and his elf,
To have a birthday party for me, my mother would never permit
I guess in her eyes that would destroy her own holiday spirit,
Or maybe my birthday to her is just another inconvenience
Which causes her discomfort and anxiety and never is a convenience,
Or maybe my mother is just saving money and also trying to save time
Maybe that's why I never get a cake, but instead a ham or turkey seasoned with thyme;
All I wanted for Christmas was my own birthday party, which is cheerful and jolly
But, what I always get instead is a tree covered with garland and holly,
During the holiday seasons I am always saddened, and I will mope
For my own separate birthday party, I have also given up on hope;
To me "Happy Birthday" my mother will never sing
But, "Noel" she will chant, and to that tune Christmas bells she will ring,
My own birthday party? I guess it I will never see,
And my birthday gift…. I guess it will always lie underneath our Christmas tree.

Randy L. McClave

Topic(s) of this poem: birthday

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Poem Submitted: Monday, December 15, 2014

Poem Edited: Monday, December 15, 2014

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