Tamara Ezekiel

Tamara Ezekiel

I wrote this poem from the perspective of a young girl who adores the love, attention and presents thrown at her on her birthday. She wonders why things change when people get older and why her mother doesn’t get the same girly celebrations she does. The birthday is used as a symbol for growing up, ‘perhaps a fresh mature feeling’, and allows us to see the enigmatic divide between little girls and grown-up mummies!


Happy Birthday Mum

I used to be able
To smell a birthday from mile
I’d hunt down the love-wrapped gifts
Trying to guess what was in the pile

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