"Why are you leaving the cemetery?"
I asked the cashier,
noting she wasn't at her post today.
As she wiped away
the hint of a tear,
she said it was her birthday
and she wanted to say hello to her mom.
I softly placed my arm around her
and said,
"There's no reason to cry.
Every day, as she looks down upon you,
is your birthday to her."
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