Mine to cherish

It is that time of the year when they sneak inside my room with candles on a cake.

I lurch with surprise, though I know the ritual never change.

My brother sneaks frosting on my cheek while he pretends to feed.

My mother with a smile always tries to chide.

It is then her turn to kiss my cheek,

And tell me how this year is going to be winning streak.

My father hugs and ruffles my hair,

Telling how his little girl growing old isn't fair.

I unwrap the gifts that I didn't know I need.

Then we dance to the tunes off beat.

When it is time for them to retire, I hug them but not say,

My birthdays are mine to cherish only because they make me feel I deserve to be cherished.