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Whats My REAL Birthday DATE

I celebrated my same Birthday

until I was a teenager

Everybody knows their Birthday date

Right?, you know what I mean

 

But I learned that isn’t so

Validation paperwork I had to undergo

I applied for a driver’s permit

I was confused I have to admit

 

Application required request DENIED

I know my Birthday I screamed with pride

Fact remained,The wrong date of birth

I began to second guess my self worth

Sent away for a certified birth certificate

Anticipate Many questions I accommodate

Answers I thought I knew, I must validate

Questions were rather suggestions

The answers left more questions

My birth date was off by 13 days

Emotionally I was in a haze

 

My brother calls on my WRONG Birthday

With a PEDANTIC choice of words to say

It was a game he would play

 

At first he hurt my feeling

Sending me in a tizzy dealing

Then I realized he remembers to call

 

Thinking back for a word,thought, phrase

A Flooding of memories My heart cried

We had many nannies after mommy died

To young to know, or ask, but I still tried

 

They said it was a tragedy

Where I stood it was a calamity

My father, a gentle man took a stand

He gave love with open arms and hands

 

Was my true Birthday LOST in confusion

Was this mix up a retribution

There was never a final conclusion

Only correction resolution delusion

I’ve learned not to live in hate and despair

I’ve learned to forgive, love is in the air

We all have a reason for Being

Knowing without seeing

 

These life challenges are my test

I learned to take the good with the bad

Most importantly, to do my best

 

Inspired Songs

It’s my party(and I cry if I want to))

By Leslie Gore

 

It’s my Birthday

By The Beatles

 

Footnotes

 

The irony was

with so many kids

Christmas was nothing special but

Our Birthday

we were King or Queen for the day

Finding out about the Birthday date mix up

Added insult to injury pouring salt in a wound

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Written by
cj-sutherland
65 / F / U.S
Published
Mar 23, 2024
Lines·Words
57·347
Notes

Now I celebrate two Birthdays

March 10 and March 23

I’m one of eight children

I guess I got lost in the shuffle

 

I never found out how or why my Birthday was mixed up,

ironically I was my fathers favorite child

Charmin Carmen

 

BLT Word of the day challenge

Pedantic

annoying person who makes small correction

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#wrong#birthdate#confused#lostintheshuffle#thatslife
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