Today is my 95th birthday
and I’m tired
I can’t catch my breath
and my chest feels tight
And I’m tired, so very tired
It’s good to be out of that
awful hospital bed
At my daughter’s house instead
The trips from the hospital
to the rehab center and back
were getting old
Too old for this old lady
Too tiring for this old widow
I should tell you I’m 95 today
I don’t know why the Good Lord
doesn’t just take me home
I’ve been asking Him
for the past five years
I’ve told Him I’m tired
I don’t have the strength
to even get out of bed alone
And I miss Lou something awful
All I can do is pray
and so I do, I pray
maybe watch a little football
Did you know I’m 95, just today
It’s my birthday
I’m tired of birthdays
I hope I don’t have another
I’m just so very tired
I think I’ll just drift off
take a little nap
before family comes to visit
and they expect me to be social
Just a little nappy
Hey, what’s all this?
A birthday party just for me?
Lou, is that you? What are you doing here?
And Jesus? Is it really You?
You threw this 95th birthday party
just for me?
I always knew You loved me
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The prompt at dVerse Poets Pub Meeting the Bar today is to write in the first person. I do that a lot and so it didn’t seem like much of a challenge. But then Victoria suggested writing in first person but as someone else. I decided to write from the perspective of a dear old friend of mine who passed away a couple of weeks ago and whose memorial service I will be attending this weekend.