It’s my birthday. The big 49. As one friend wrote me, it’s my last “birthday around the block before the big 50.”
I’m fine with it, really. In fact, now that I’m more focused on what I’m finally supposed to be doing with my life (the whole writing, taking things as they come and staying in God’s will deal) I’m enjoying taking it as it is. No big expectations.
Lest I not ask for anything and then have a big pity party instead of a birthday party, I did request some home made pizza and a cake courtesy of my husband and daughter. My bff Tuskany is coming over with her family to play Apples and Apples. We’ll have a fire, a cup of coffee with some icecream for toppers, and call it a wonderful night.
I thought in honor of my new goals I’d share one of the 100 poems I aim to have completed for each 100 days of subbing. Here’s one I wrote on Day 22.
- Note: All poems are written from the perspective of an 8 year old boy being raised by a single mom.
The best time of day
Is always the morning
When I’m still half awake
And our pit bull is snoring
Incense fills the air
And the sound of harp strings
Floats through an old Smart Phone
Set on silent ring
Light streams through the window
As the sun starts its day
There’s a candle and coffee
And toast on the tray
There’s the ring of some chimes
And the purr of a cat
And if I’m real quiet
I can sit on Mom’s lap
My ears hear her heartbeat
It’s utter elation
Just deep breaths and stillness.
It’s name? Mommytations
Shout Out to the wonderful Mr. Fish Lee who I’d love to illustrate it if my publisher doesn’t go with someone in house. Check him out at https://twitter.com/MrFishLee. Here’s just one of his amazing samples. (But no, my poem book is not dealing with Tourettes. I just know of him from the T.S. community. He’s uber talented.)
That’s all I got for you today. I’d love your feedback.
Until then, I’ll be enjoying my birthday fiesta and heading over to North Hollywood again tomorrow where we’ll continue a lesson I started on Langston Hughes’ poem, Dreams, combined with a Vision Board and Evan Hansen’s song, You Will Be Found.
Happily Ticked Off Tip #9: Don’t stop your goal, even on your birthday. It’s a present to yourself.
My book is available on Amazon. (Note: It’s a special ed journey… your kid doesn’t need to have Tourettes to relate!) Follow me on Twitter@AndreaFrazerWrites or on Facebook.
3 thoughts on “It’s My Birthday! So Here’s a Poem”
Oh no! We were supposed to play “Apples and Apples”?? Oops. Hope you had a great night, regardless. ;-))))
Happy belated birthday, Andrea! I hope you are doing well. Just wanted to leave a comment to let you know that I check daily for new posts and love your blog.