Birth Day

Today is fourteen years the moon has shone on my head at night
And one more year until my worst fears will be realized
In the shape of a car.
I was born on a Monday
Maybe people were following their usual groan, and get up and get to work routine
As I came into the world.
Today is my third year of Mondays 
My next footprint in a chain of baby steps
That make up giant leaps.
The wind blew negative numbers into my face this morning
Wishing me another year of moonbeams in my hair
And happiness painting in the smile on my face.