Birthdays count years.
They are markers we use
To measure the time of our lives.
From the first to the last,
They tell the world a person was,
And how long they were.
Birthdays tell the world a person was,
But they don’t tell why a person mattered.
That’s a job for the people they touched.
It’s Joanie’s birthday today.
This is the day that marks her time
From the first to the last.
She would have been 66.
Tonight, I will be alone, but not totally.
I will have a Martini and remember, why she mattered
To so many others, and to me.
Bailey and Brandy will get treats.
They won’t know why, or wonder,
But I will tell them, “We’re having a birthday party.”