Carrot cake and a mirror,
Birthdays are a time for celebration and reflection.
The mirror in my bathroom shows an older face than I think it should,
The lines are too deep,
The circles under my eyes are too dark,
When I smile I see a lopsided grin,
When I frown my bottom lip juts out.
My hair is curling in a variety of directions.
So I leave the bathroom,
Sit at my table,
And dip my index finger into walnut coated frosting.
I savor the taste before picking up a fork,
To eat my two-layer carrot cake.
No need for a mirror,
To reflect while I celebrate,
Surviving another year,
And toast the beginning of next trip around the sun,
With the taste of memories.