Day Of The Birth

Posted on November 9, 2021 by purplepeninportland 
Written for:  November 2021 PAD - Day 8

"Write a (blank) of the (blank) poem."


My birthday comes but once a year,
I wait for that magical feeling.
At old job, group baked cakes, two-tiered.
My birthday comes but once a year,
how I wish those gone could all be here.
Celebrants dwindle, less appeal.
My birthday comes but once a year,
I wait for that magical feeling.

https://www.writersdigest.com/write-better-poetry/2021-november-pad-chapbook-challenge-day-8

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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