that's what i'm talking about.
i mean it.
today is day one of the crapricorn moon.
(no, i didn't spell it wrong, if you know one of us, you know that's a thing)
it's also a big day in the world of worthy warrior poetry in motion.
yeah.
today is the day.
the big day.
.......a berfday.
wu-TANG!
for serious,
maple star,
my youngest child,
my delightful, insightful, artistic, dramatic, emphatic, ecstatic
and comparatively tall kid, turns fourteen years old.
c'mon!
fourteen years,
in a row, and all of that growth and development,
in character, and in form, function, and flavorfulness,
all culminates in pizza and cake and sh!t,
and that really happens in just a few short hours,
and one long drive,
and a gathering of hard styles under a hard rain.
word up.
i'm psyched to see my progeny.
i've got some pretty mutha-effing expert offspring,
and i sure as heck am super-turbo grateful for 'em.
i got the inside scoop on teen-aged angst,
hell, i think i may have some lingering leftovers from my own
misshapen and distorted formative years hovering at the periphery.....
so,
i guess i'm good to go when it comes to fourteen year olds.
i hope so,
because this not-so-little one is very important to me,
and i'd hate to miss a step,
or miss out at all on what's up with the world this small leaf grows in.
y'know?
i think you do.
anyway,
i love that virtuous viking,
and i've taken a liking to the sense and sensibility maple has.
so much so,
in fact,
that when i was asked for a sunovab!tching strawberry cake,
with lemon frosting,
i complied in full effect, despite having no real inkling
of exactly how to doo-doo that fresa-fueled fresh-to-deathness.
i started confounded,
and ended with a newfound appreciation for fruit-flavored baked goods.
c'mon.
you didn't think i'd drop the ball on a BERFDAY cake, did you?
don't be dumb.
i take care of my peoples.
neighbors,
check the teleport:
KABOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
strawberry jam, and puree, and powdered freeze-dried strawberries,
with strawberry concentrate,
and a little lemon oil to activate that berry business' bigger and better superpowers.
mmmmmhmmmmmmm.
the cake is pink inside.
i mean, for real,
it is:
that's right.
and that's the result of reddening the batter.
i did it, and i'm not ashamed.
strawberries turn lavender in floury flourishes under ovenly heat,
and a pinkish-grey tint is NOT invited to the party.
no way.
so i turned it up a tad,
and then held both layers together with lemony strawberry frosting.
that's also pink.
the main body of sugary sensuality?
lemon frosting,
the accents?
strawberry, AND lemon-strawberry.
yep.
triple treats on top, in varying degrees of fade-away color.
it's expert.
and there're even strawberry chips on there, imbedded in the swirls.
huh?
that's a lot?
shuuuuuut up-
rules is rules,
and too much is the right amount.
i'm all about it,
the family is about it,
and hopefully,
you're about to be 'bout it-'bout it, too.
yeah!!
*
this is What Is:
14 years of this one.
i am grateful for the time i have been given.
i am grateful for the people i span time with.
it's all really happening,
and that's the whole point.
welcome to winter,
welcome to the world of worthy warrior poetry,
welcome aboard the berfday train;
never quiet, never soft.....
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