Birthday Week

Mom had me on a rain-soaked and rosy-fingered

dawn in March,

in Beverly Hills,

of all places.  

Good,

bad

or melodramatically worse,

she loved being a mom,

and so do I.

My son has my bad habit of

only wanting everything or nothing

and my bad heart.

Yesterday when I told him it was time

to take his heart medication, 

I forgot to use our magical language,

I just said "It's time for your heart medicine."

"That's not what it is."

"Oh?"

"It's watermelon juice."