Noted and Remembered
This poem explores how it feels when people fail to recognize your special day by wishing you a happy birthday - even though outwardly you may appear kind and understanding - inside you are noting each person who failed to show kindness or appreciation for your special day in your own way and time.
Jan. 21, 2023 1:10PM
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A picture of someone looking up into the sky with a thoughtful expression on their face surrounded by stars and balloons representing birthdays past and present.
I seem nice, but I take note of each person who doesn't wish me a happy birthday. My memory is sharp, my mind keen; I'll never forget their thoughtless deed. For each one who fails to recognize this special day of mine, I'll keep track in my own way and time. It's a shame that they don't care enough to show some kindness on this day, for the love and joy it could bring if only they'd take the time to say. But since they won't, I will remember them as those who couldn't be bothered to give a single word of cheer on my birthday here. I may not be able to do much more than recall their names in passing thought, but at least they know that what they did was something that can never be forgot. It's sad that such moments have come to pass, when no one takes the time or effort to make me feel loved on this day so vast. But still I stand tall with head held high, knowing that those who didn't care will always remain by my side. So while it's true I appear nice and kind, deep down inside I'm noting each person who didn't give me a happy birthday in mind.