Better Than Me

[LuvKnife]

Mother's birthday
and it was pouring rain.
I dashed about the puddles,
bouquet and gift-wrap in hand.

Barefoot and bored I sat behind the desk
typing the employee safety checklist.
The personal phone buzzes,
"You'll never do better than me."

I filed and filed and filed that shit away,
put my ego through the shredder.
I suppressed those foul emotions
like a nasty fart, deep within me.

Driving home on the interstate,
raining harder than ever,
traffic grinding to a halt;
an SUV flipped over, obliterated.

When I arrived at mother's
the Sun came out and we drank coffee,
exchanged kisses and gifts and hand-written cards.
Afterward, I went home and ate a wonderful roast.

[Grace Gabriel]

I've always liked your poems Luvknife.

Only thing I couldn't understand was why you were "exchanging gifts" when it was your Mother's birthday - suggests you were equally receiving in return?

[brianpatrick]

I just assumed they shared a birthday. It added a subtle pleasant feeling to the whole thing.

[Grace Gabriel]

That's true BP. Didn't even think of it.