Birthday Cake

Hello everyone;

I did say "haphazardly" participating in the April PAD Challenge. This is why day one is being posted after day two.
Day 1 prompt of "write an optimistic poem"

Not Dead Yet, Me

Is it really such a tragedy
that my sentences are raggedy
words tread together by similarity?
The conversation is still defiantly
expressions of me.

Is it really such a travesty
that I wander aimlessly?
When I can travel through time so easily
…our life history
…a life lived outrageously.

Is it really such a disparity
that I have forgotten the melody
of your name? Still there’s some clarity….
I know the feelings of family
and passions intensity.

Is it really such an indignity
that something once familiar is now a novelty.
Or that simple tasks escape me.
I still dance to life’s jamboree
and sing majestically.

Is it really such a finality
even as I become more absentee?
There is plenty of life in my legacy.
Don’t bother writing my eulogy,
when there’s still time to create a memory.

©2024 Delaina Miller

Day 5 (Write a persona poem)

The lady at the school
keeps asking
what kind of cake I want.
I know it is a lie
no one cares.
I tell her nothing.
Adults say
“‘non-verbal’ that one”.
But I jus’ got noth’n to say.
Words cause problems
don’cha know.
You open your mouth
and let them tumble out
next thing you know
you’re chew’n and spew’n on a bar
or that punk that sleeps with ma
plants one in the gut
when no ones sees.
Nah it’s smart just ta keep the trap shut.

It’s not like he’s my dad.
Nah he left us long ago.
Ma says I look just like him
says I be just lik’em too
guess it’s settled then.
When I was a kid,
I though he was a Superhero
but I’m seven Monday
I know there’s no such thing
it’s just movies. And Santa Claus too
just another lie.
Who starts these things?
Man it’s not like I’m some baby
like my sister. I’m seven ya know.

Here she is again, the lady at the school,
She keeps talking to me, why
she can’t let me be
no one’s bought me a cake before
why would they now?
Maybe she believes that Santa Claus
and Superheroes are real.
Ha! Just you wait’n see
come Monday
there be no birthday cake for me.

{This kid will get a birthday cake. Kristin and I made sure of it. It is a local thing and one we are passionate about. I hope you find ways to be a superhero in your community too.}