Tomorrow is my birthday
I’ll play my music loud
Count daffodils in the garden
Find a vase for a chosen one.
Tomorrow is my birthday
I’ll gaze at my single cut flower
Count cards upon the mantle
Take Mothering Sunday calls.
Tomorrow is my birthday
I’ll make a collage of my cards
Find chocolate in the cupboard
Hiding there since Christmas.
Tomorrow is my birthday
Won’t count chocolates going down
Nor the tonic of rare botanicals
Mixed icy with juniper liquor.
Tomorrow is my birthday
I’ll play my music loud
Smile, eat and drink while
People sing me Happy Birthday …
Twice as they wash their hands.
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