A Birthday Tear

So I was awakened by the first line.
It came over and over and over again.
And so, though exhausted,
I behaved, arose, grabbed my pen
and wrote my Momma a little birthday poem.

IYKYK

A Birthday Tear
by Lyn Marinello
4/30/23

Is there birthday cake in Heaven?
Does the ice cream make you fat?
Are there gifts and bags and boxes?
Do you get to wear a silly, pointed hat?
Do they sing you Happy Birthday?
Are there candles to blow out?
Is there a rousing game of Boggle?
Random keyboards strewn about?
Is the coffee urn eternal?
Is there a great big birthday coffee cup?
Are there bingo cards in the Father's house
with a raucous "Daubers Up!"?
Are the fairways lush and straight?
Do the greens play fast or slow?
As you wander through the golden halls,
can you toss a five dollar "Yo!"?
How's the Scrabble competition?
Are you lost in song and dance?
As you observe another 3-6-5
Is there the remotest little chance ...
That as we light a single candle,
to celebrate your soul another year,
you might bend your Angel wing down close
to dry my falling birthday tear?

Miss you, Momma!
Happy Heavenly Birthday!