Birthdays are best spent with one's closest kin.
But here I am, for the second time, lacking my twin.
Last year it was Scotland which kept us apart,
This time I blame France for the hole in my heart.
Who will clean up my messes, calm me down when I'm frantic,
While I'm 6 time zones away, across the Atlantic?
I've grown quite accustomed to sharing our day.
To doing things double in our special twin way.
A birthday with twins is a day twice as strong,
And "Happy Birthday to Shannon" is an unfinished song.
One half of me's missing; my heart's in a shambles
With no one around to help blow out my candles
The cake doesn't taste right - my presents don't jingle.
This must be what it feels like to be born a single.
But I shan't be too sad; one hope calms my fear,
The best thing about birthdays: there's always next year.
We'd better be in the same place, same time for 24, Patty! Love you.
Love you, twin! Thanks for the awesome poem.
ReplyDeleteWe'll have to grab a birthday drink at some point, even if that isn't till December. But enjoy your special day. Make it a day to remember...
lol my attempt at rhyming.