When I was little I loved my birthday
I loved having cake squished in between my fingers
Also eating all the brownies before company came
Playing party games with my friends
The presents well they were a nice bonus
I’m five
I woke up to a sweet sugary smell
The morning light slowly hit my face
I stretched my arms and sat up
My mom sat on the edge of my bed
The box wrapped in yellow ribbon with a matching bow
‘Happy birthday,’ my mom whispered, ‘open it.’
I saw a yellow poke-a-dot dress
Because I’m five I wanted to put it on by myself
but I had to call mommy in to button up the back
As the day went on I got a phone call from my dad
because I’m five he sang in an opera voice which made me laugh
Time for my friends to come
I’m five so we painted and played games
Before everyone left we had ice cream
And ate the new batch of brownies my mom made
We all had such a great time and we were all tired
At the end of the day my mom placed me in my “big girl bed”
‘Happy birthday sweet heart, I love you’
I started dreaming about when I would be six
Because I’m five
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