Birthdays Are Not for Moms: A Poem

By Jac Today’s thirty-something birthday was never really about me, I don’t love jam smushed on my pillow, or crumbs between my sheets, A quiet cup of coffee would have been so much preferred, But …
By Jac Today’s thirty-something birthday was never really about me, I don’t love jam smushed on my pillow, or crumbs between my sheets, A quiet cup of coffee would have been so much preferred, But …