turning one

in muted voice,
not an unshy one present,
they sing
happy birthday to someone,
whether wife
or husband, or baby
you aren't sure.
it comes from the yard
up to your window.
it's almost a lullabye
in tone, so you
suspect the baby.
then mild clapping follows.
there is no call
to open the presents
or blow out the candles.
so it must be
the baby, turning one.
so much cake
and candles ahead of her,
how well you
remember that song.