The surprise
As the cake comes toward me.
The amazement
As I gaze at the number.
Sixteen. Sixteen candles.
The embarrassment
As people surround me and sing.
The disappointment
When I make the very same wish
That never comes true.
The wonder
As my mother stares at me
The sadness
As I know I feel
Without my father here.
May 7, 2013
May 7, 2013 at 10:47 PM UTC
The surprise
As the cake comes toward me.
The amazement
As I gaze at the number.
Sixteen. Sixteen candles.
The embarrassment
As people surround me and sing.
The disappointment
When I make the very same wish
That never comes true.
The wonder
As my mother stares at me
The sadness
As I know I feel
Without my father here.
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