My Unbirthday

My birthday brings no happiness
Each year it seeks out six month sadness
A full moons’ madness in agony
Marring my day with its melancholy
And I hear a “yes please”
From the beckoning thieves
That torment the moment
Of my deadly disease
These are mere memories
For my birth was deceased.

The ‘Hip Hip Hooray's’
are for ‘Happy Birthday’s’
Where friends drink champagne
Climbing onto the stage
Smiling and waving to the one who has aged

What a special day it must be
As that person, born
Has a crowd to see
Just how much they mean to thee.

Alas a crown full of thorns adorns
a coffin forlorn
For my birthday was mourned.

At the funeral 
boredom brought all my guests with a yawn.
Invitations aplenty to grieve the unborn
Four people came, including my mum
Dressed in black, posing sad and glum

I’d be lying to say that I care
at the time of my birth
I inhaled death’s air
Inherited by her genetic despair.

But enough about me
I would much rather see
A speech as they preach
your occasion yearly.

A crowded applause
Accommodating such cheer
Escorts a well deserved encore

Here...here!

And I can’t help but notice
One proudly shed tear.

Here...here!
I’m here...
Here...here...

Then a grand chocolate cake
That your mum must have baked
Created for camera and memories sake
Is placed right in front of the one who was born
41 years ago, late in the morn.
The 29th of June, 1974.

It’s your picture they take
As you blow out the fire
Upon candles wick
with one wish I desire...

To be the host
of my own special day
Instead of a ghost
without a birthday.

Carey Milton © 29/06/15