It's too warm here by the candles.
The cake is way too sweet.
My face blushes from all of the attention.
Why do I dread my birthday week?
Celebrations are so different now,
with social media leading the way.
The words are friendly and genuine,
The messages drop in all day.
I hear from family, old friends, and new friends,
and some people I'm sure I don't know.
I read each one and reply and smile,
Then back to my routine I go.
To be remembered, a dear friend once told me,
is the best compliment one can take.
Your kind words are my candles.
Being remembered is my cake.