Burnt Birthday Cake Kind of Day

It was a burnt birthday cake kind of day

…the kind I am ready to hurry away

Good night and farewell, my dear bittersweet

But then again oh, let me hit repeat

For you slip away to that long once had been

And tomorrow our ‘baby’ turns thirteen

© Janet Martin

Quick post…

I may ‘complete’ this poem…or not. With the time-change it’s past midnight and my one-step-forward-two-steps-back day is nearly done.

Victoria looked at her cake tonight and said…not m-m-m-, but h-m-m-m. We both laughed and I agreed that it’s definitely a h-m-m-m’ cake.

Don't forget to spring forward;) G'night.

Pics later maybe…