Presents an awful choice.
It falls so close to Mothers' Day,
It seems to lose its voice.
What other May 12 babies do,
I can only guess,
But I've a bias, that is true,
That I shall now confess:
I've always looked at Mothers' Day,
As a commercial scam,
Nice enough, but BIRTHDAY,
Is the day that says "I AM!"
I do not need a birthday cake,
That I can't even eat,
A gift is not what it would take,
Nor party, I'd repeat.
But an e-mail, call or birthday card,
Just suits me to a T,
Or something, if it's not too hard,
To some fine charity.
Egotistical you say?
Well, call it selfish too --
But it's my day, and it's a day,
I'd love to hear from you!
Love, Mom
