Yesterday was my birthday and I didn’t do too much. I went to see a movie with my sister, shared birthday cake with my parents and twin sister, and then we went out to dinner. I take that back I guess I actually did a lot. It’s just that sometimes we have hugh expectations about how things should be sometimes. This year has been rough. A friend of my died suddenly, Jamila was only 35 years old and a few other things arose.
Each year when my birthday comes around I realize that being alive is something we should be grateful for because so many people die young. One of my students died this year; he was 17 years old. Instead of wanting a list of things I wish for a healthy stress free life and I do wish that my writing will become something meaningful that I can share with everyone
Write a poem about what your birthday brings. It’s okay if you have a list of things you want. That’s what my list was when I was your age. I just evolve as you all do with each experience or event we go through.