Today I was born

if I rewind thirty-three.
This is a day I love most
since I feel kinda fancy.

I've always loved my birthday--
sorta feel like a queen.
'Cause it's mine and I relish
not having to clean (much).

My good husband spoils me
with love poems he writes.
And my children smother me
with homemade art and hug-tights.

There's always good food
and guaranteed sugar,
So life as a queen
just keeps getting better.

Phonecalls from my family
simply make my day.
It's just altogether good,
I'd have to say.

So I don't mind the aging,
Like cheese and fine wine--
It's the fermentation
that really makes us shine...

I'm obviously indulgent
Since this poem is all me.
But, I'm aging, so be gentle
on this old, decrepit queen.

{P.S. I've been known to rhyme other things as well: Here, here, here and here.}