Day of Birth

What did I do?
Survived another year,
Breathed enough to avoid
Death by suffocation,
Ate enough to add
A healthy chub to my visage.
Does not everyone do the same,
Or at least attempt it?
Should we not all be lauded
For the mundane fact of living?

What did I do?
Naught but leave the womb,
Crowning glory of the day,
Bringing pain and noise.
Yet, I am acclaimed,
Celebrated and sung,
For feats I did not control.
Should not my mother be praised
In memory of this day?
Was it not her hard labor
That was the true miracle? Ω