Cocoa raindrops and dollops of whipped cream
fell from the skies in celebration of my birthday.

Should I have called someone to report what I saw?
I decided no.

Instead
I stood outside with a mug in each hand,
catching my celebration treats.

More birds than usual perched in trees
and excitedly chirped my happy birthday song.

Should I have captured the notes for others to hear?
I decided not to.

There’s a reason the music played loudly
with no one to hear it but me.

So
I accepted it all and just enjoyed my day.

©2009 Shari Lynne Smothers

Prompt: Write a poem about growth in any form. This is my poem for Day 8 of the 2009 November PAD Chapbook Challenge.