Contributor Series 11: On Birthdays
Found on the Corner of Stadium and Main
By Monica Crumback
And how old? They always ask
as if there is some answer
less vague and better weighed
than I don’t know.
If there is, then I don’t have it.
All I know is you were young,
but now your face is turning gray.
And your legs are much less nimble.
And your eyes are starting to fade.
So I wish I knew, but no,
there’s never been one day
on which to pause and celebrate.
Besides, your birthday now is any day
we peek into your corner, sweets,
and find you still awake.
Monica Crumback’s most recent poem to appear here was Plumage, published as part of Contributor Series 10: Silken Rags, in December 2011.
I loved this poem so much because it is about our favorite cat, Jesse. But, it was a little sad.
What an unexpected and poignant way to respond to this prompt — truly lovely; brought a tear to my eye.
Such a lovely poem for a spectacular cat.Shows how much this cat is loved.