berfday.

this is it.
a dozen years.
no jokes.
maple star turns twelve.
years old.
in a row.
today.
did i activate a cake?
even though i was racing around like a last-minute maniac?
even though i was cleaning, and cooking, and packing?
even though i was wrapping and sealing and watering?
c'mon.
of course i did.
i'm a worthy woodsly goodsly warrior poet,
and we do what we have to when we have to.
especially when it's for my sweet littlest daughter.
jeez.
you do know i'm not actually an A*-hole in really real life.
teleport:

yeah.
silver winter snow magic sprankles
on an even butterier betterthanevercreme-frosted
super-moist vegan white-chocolate infused yellow cake.
that's right.
i get busy,
and i get even busier when it comes to providing the goodness
for the great girls i've got in my life.
i took it to eleven for her twelfth.
and that's because i think she's so expert!
that's just what is done, and how.
and i doo-doo what needs doing.
also,
i wouldn't get to eat my cake if i didn't make it, too.
vegan treats creation is not among the abilities and interests
of the people i'm having party time with today.
but it's cool.
i come bearing gifts.
....and cake.
let them eat it.
and i'll take a neck-wreck check at the guillotine for a few days.
today is the day.
we're older and wiser,
and the roads are worse than ever.
there's ice pouring down from the clouds,
daring me to dart down south for the party.
am i worried?
am i frightened?
no way.
nature isn't done with me yet;
there's no way i'm not destined to endure another XI-mas
with the wild things and werewolves that raised me.
i'm going back to where it began,
to celebrate with my peoples,
and power down slice after slice after slice of cake.
it's all really happening.
...and i'm so grateful for the beautiful brilliant bouncing
boisterous baby girl who was born today.
happy berfday maple;
never quiet, never soft.....