Poem: Birthday 2048

We may not remember the date, or the year, or the name of the loved one sitting with us, but we'll remember the feeling.

Birthday 2048

Guess what today is, Dad.
Friday.
No, it’s Sunday.
It was worth a shot.   
Do you know why today is special?
No, I do not. Did I win the lottery?
Today is your birthday, Dad.
No shit? Happy birthday, me.
So Dad, how old are you?
How old? In years?
Yes, how old are you in years?  
Well … how old do you think I am?
Uh … 63?
Yes … 63, that is correct, I am 63.
No, I’m sorry, Dad, you are not 63. I was joking, you’re 93.
Ha! Me? 93?
Yes, you’re 93 years old.
I’m not 93. Do I look like I’m 93?
Yes, Dad. You do.
Bullshit, I’m 63!
Okay, fine with me.
Why did you ask if you already knew?
To see if you did, too.
I do. And how old are you?
I am 54.
Really? You don’t look 54.
How old do I look?
63.
I do not! You’re being funny. So, what’s my name?
Your name?
What is it?
Your name is I love you, honey.