Birthday party for one

Alarm goes off, seven o'clock,
The morning of my birthday.
Hyaleps!
The best day,
The worst day.

I'll make a plan,
I'll be a man with a plan.
The best party on the block.

Planning goes on,
This is gonna be great.
I can sense the excitement of food on the plates.
Of challa and knitch and all types of fish.
And the cakes, oh the cakes! Blow the candle David
Make a wish.

And then it hits.
Like a punch in the face,
And the dreams which had formed and begun taking their place,
We all realise together,
This Jew is alone.

A check through the book one more time
Just a name,
Any name.
No names.

The candle unlit.
The matzah still wrapped.
The cake in the box.
Just my thoughts on a plate.

The morning of my birthday.
The best day,
The worst day.

Reviews

[Helen Crutchett]

What a great poem....full of emotion and description. Many people are alone on their birthdays or feel alone. Well done!

[DreamingDingledodie]

"the best day, the worst day" - great line in an amazing poem