38

Happy 38th, my dearest poopie,

There's been no time for tears, moping around or being droopy, 

I've had to become you and me,

Despite all the debris,

There are brief moments of feeling overwhelmed,

But I quickly regain control of the helm,

I hope someone's throwing you a house party in heaven,

I've had the pleasure of throwing you a total of seven,

Those were crazy days and nights,

Today, my heart strangely feels light,

I feel peace,

A familiar ease,

It's your birthday,

I'll celebrate all day.