My Daughter Is Fifty On February Ninth
And I thought turning 70 was a big month
Do I ever feel old
Not just an old soul
How can I be so cold
not to accept old, I'm an asshole
~
Okay, maybe not.
I'm getting distraught
I'm planning her party
And it will be fun you see
~
There will be good food
putting us all in a mood
ice cream cake
I won't bake
~
Her favorite games
beats labor pains
and music
not something sic
~
A musician friend
playing until the end
a family discount
it truly does count
~
Surprises for her
I'm not always sure
I can't keep secrets well
I tend to tell
~
Oh hell
so what if I do
it's not the end Boo
She will enjoy it too
there will be no hullabaloo
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Photos of 20, 5, and 1 year ago - She is aging well, no? Me, not so much, that's low!



About the Creator
Denise E Lindquist
Retired, working part-time as a Native American culture consultant. I have an MSE, and an ABD. I write on Vocal, and Facebook. Poetry, non-fiction mostly, and working on fiction. Wife, mother, grandmother, and great grandmother.
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