Poetry About Birthday

Candles lean above the sugared cake. Every flame counts what numbers cannot. Friends crowd close for the familiar song. The wish remains private after the smoke. Another year is not a simple achievement. It is time made visible among beloved faces.

Evening changes the shape of the subject. Every flame counts what numbers cannot. Edges soften, but meaning grows clearer. The wish remains private after the smoke. What remains asks to be carried carefully. It is time made visible among beloved faces.

Candles lean above the sugared cake. Time moves, but the image does not leave. Friends crowd close for the familiar song. It returns us to age, celebration, memory, wishes, chosen company, and the tender arithmetic of another year lived. Another year is not a simple achievement. The day continues with a more attentive heart.