“Make A Wish” by Darryl Davis

Come here...

...right here.

Drag your chair next to mine
and let me fill your glass
with tempered Trappist
and the glow of a dying day.

Or is it rather a birth
we should be celebrating?

What time is it?
I left my watch in June.

Let's just say it's time
for a birth, shall we?

This calls for champagne...
...in a minute.

For now,
just cup me like you would
your glass, warm me,
erase my chill,
ignore my trembling hands
and eyes awash with the moment.

A birth makes everyone smile.

You may blow out the candle now.