it's a fine
birthday party.
everyone is there,
meaning me.
just me.
it's a happy
time,
a cake, balloons, confetti
in the air.
gifts on the table.
the candles lit
and wishes made.
i sing loudly as she smiles
and blushes,
pushes back her thick
dark hair.
so nice to
celebrate
the life
of someone so loved and warm,
so open
and honest,
so full of grace.
her patients are blessed
to be under her care.
may you live to be hundred
i tell her,
as I lean over to kiss
her and whisper in her ear.
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