Today is once more my birthday
and I can’t help but recall,
One that stands out in memory
the sweetest birthday of all.
Up on the hill sat our home place.
It’s four rooms really quite small.
If there was anything lacking
I never noticed at all.
The babe now slept in the cradle
so I got the horse-hair couch.
If you’ve never slept on horse-hair
it’s painful, of that I’ll vouch.
That day I woke to a sad sound
the sound of my Mommy’s tears,
she wept at the kitchen table,
never forgot through the years.
Said, “What is the matter Mommy?”
Then listened as she explained.
With no eggs for my birthday cake,
crumbles were all that remained.
Just then we heard the footsteps of
someone at our front porch door.
There sat four bags of groceries,
stuffed full with no room for more.
Off in the mist of the fresh snow
we could barely see that day
light’s from my Uncle Bob’s tail-lights
as he quickly drove away.
Always recall my fourth birthday
with a sad smile on my face.
Recalling the good and bad times
the blessings of my home place.
Cheryl Davis Miller 2/26/18