
Carla
Party Animals!
Birthday Month
J! U! L! Y!
Those four letters spell JULY!
We got birthday gals and birthday guys!
Everywhere we feast our eyes,
mounds of cake materialize!
J! U! L! Y!
Clap your claws with lion pride!
All you birthday gals and birthday guys,
find a secret spot to hide,
hit the lights, and yell, “SURPRISE!”
Stay Close
Every day we chase each other just to get us here
These precious nineteen days when the space between us clears
The final chorus sung as one before the turning of my year
Stay close to me, love
Stay close and stay true
Stay close to me, love
Stay close the whole year through
Stay close to me, love
And I will stay close to you
I feel myself drift farther even as our time collides
Let’s not spend the other days playing catchup with our strides
Age is just a number, anyway, if we feel the same inside
Stay close to me, love
Stay close and stay true
Stay close to me, love
Stay close the whole year through
Stay close to me, love
And I will stay close to you
Stay close to me, love
I promise to stay close to you
Breakfast
Grapes and cereal and milk.
Grapes and cereal and milk.
Those three things are okay, but not for today:
Grapes and cereal and milk.
Frosting, a candle, and cake.
Frosting, a candle, and cake.
These three things, a birthday breakfast make:
Frosting, a candle, and cake!
25 Years
(A Tribute)
I can’t close my eyes while I drive, that’d be absurd,
but I would pull over to be carried away on your words
Melodies fill the car, taking me farther and farther away from the place where we are
They rewind my relationships, hurts, and all the good times
over as many years as a quarter’s worth—two point five dimes,
and I’m full-on nostalgic as I sink into your rhymes
Without you, I wonder what my life might have become
Without you, I wonder what musical phrases that I might hum
Twenty-five years is a long time, especially when they’ve all been in song time
We’ve seen so much and I’ve known for you most of my life
You’ve been in my head more years than I’ve been a wife
You write songs that my children and I sing along to,
you give us a soundtrack to do all of our living to
So, Barenaked or clothed, I’ll always pack your CDs in my stack for the road
High Five Yourself
Hey, girl, high five yourself!
Girl, you slap like no one else.
Hey, girl, you know what’s what.
Girl, get down and throw your hands up!
High five yourself, you’re more than ready!
You are cooler than an Arctic Yeti.
Spoutin’ sparkles in the air and rainin’ down confetti,
you got more sauce than a bowl of spaghetti!
Hey, girl, high five yourself!
Girl, you slap like no one else.
Hey, girl, you’re a superstar.
Girl, pop ten, shout it out wherever you are!
High five yourself, don’t hesitate,
now’s the time to celebrate!
Take that party hat off the shelf,
do a dance, raise your hands, and high five yourself!