Ice Cream Cake

Daily Poetry - Birthday Edition

Another lap around the burning orb.
Another reminder of what’s been lost.

Friends, fun, toys, and games,
a bountiful treasure of gifts, wrapped in exciting mystery.

Most precious of all, a marvelous childlike wonder – that may never return.

33 years of ups and downs, many good times now long gone.
All that remains is faith and family, and the annual ice cream cake as tradition.
Creamy vanilla icing, and that crunchy chocolate core, a wondrous experience of the taste buds,
at least for the first few times.
Now I yearn for more.

Where has my heart gone?
What happened to that special, jittery sensation,
that electrifying excitement that kept me awake at night?

When did the child die?
I miss him.

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I’m now 33 years old. Hope you all enjoyed my (albeit, sorrowful) birthday poem. Was kind of last minute.

As far as part 2 of my “Blood and Sawdust” story, it is still a work in progress. I’ll try to get it out as soon as possible!
Though, perhaps I do need a brief reprieve from writing. At first I was going super strong, pumping out poems, stories, and articles sometimes a week in advance. Now I see myself slowing down to a crawl.

We will be back next Monday with some more stellar poems, exciting stories, and sensational articles!
Thank you loyal readers for your understanding and love!

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