A good day today, my father’s birthday.
He sits in the recliner of his best grade
school friend whose birthday he shares,
eating pink cake and smiling. I know he
is happy because his voice spills with joy
over the phone, a joy I only hear from him
once a year. I’m happy you were born too, Dad.
Happy you answered the phone from the
attorney that day, and said, “Hell, yes,
we want to adopt that baby girl.”
Happy you did it for seven other babies too.
Thank-you for loving me that day, and today,
Dad. I so cherish you.