Today is our birthday. Yes, it’s “our” birthday.
John and I were both born on February 28th.
How cool is that?
I wrote this poem in 2012. It was originally published at vox poetica.
———————————————–
Mutual Birthday
Oh, he says, I’ll be 67 in February–
why move to a foreign country
where I can’t fly or speak the language?
Blue sky thermals give life meaning.
February? What day in February?
The last day of the month.
The 28th?
He nods.
My breath held, I stare in disbelief.
My finger points to my heart.
You’re born on the 28th, too?
I nod.
We’re speechless.
Astrologically improbable, but true:
We sweethearts share a birthday.
A wintery, lenten time of year–
but for us, full of warmth, love and cheer.
What are your thoughts?