Sneaking Backstage on my 45th Birthday

[BobBradshaw]

Sneaking Backstage on my 45th Birthday

I was suddenly eleven years old.
I stammered. How much
I'd loved his work
since I was 8!
I blushed, my face red
as a tomato frog's.
My knees started to melt
towards the floor.
He grabbed me by the elbows.
"Are you OK?"

He led me to a chair, asked
if I played music. A violin,
when I was younger. It was whiny
like my little sister.
He catered me with smiles and pastries.
The band had a bus to catch.
He waved g'bye from its steps.

My daughters were waiting at home
for the concert's review.
They had pooled their money,
bought a ticket for me
for my 45th birthday.

Why do fans feel compelled
to sneak backstage?
I was blessed with daughters!
What had I been doing?
That night I watched
a bus and my youth
turn a corner.

[Kenneth2816]

Good slice of life poem. Just distant enough to not be too sugary.

Love that the daughters did this.

[BobBradshaw]

Thanks, Ken. Good points