What Birthdays Mean To Me

Me,
Birthdays
Are sure gifts
like sun and moon.
They write my rebirth
and put songs into them.
They wake my dead gratitude
and mummifies my happiness.
Accolades and cakes follow as well,
some tradition to live and remember.
They come in a dozen for special ones,
they’re tall, slim, sweet and so beautiful.
I wish I’d celebrate it thrice
because they come with no price,
only gifts in boxes
some come as mere hugs
others kisses,
some are cake
icing
sweet

Ruddapoet Rudolph