GOING ON WITH ME

Never did like my own
birthday.

All that cakes and candles
stuff.

You could keep it.
Strictly for the birds.

Every day was my birthday
far as I could see.

Birthdays...who'd
have 'em....eh?

But to have one
is the only way to go

on to be
someone.

Miss one and
you're gone.

Every birthday
always called my Mam.

After all she did
all the hard work

when push
came to shove.

All I did was arrive.

Thank her for
having me.

"Ahhh  go on with ya!"
she'd forever  laugh.

This always the best
bit of my birthday.

Celebrating
my mother.