“Everything is happening good
before my birthday!”
said my 6-year-old daughter.
”I learned how to
blow bubbles with gum,
“Frankie went on me
when I whispered into here,”
pointing to the cat’s ribs,
“‘Please go on my lap, Frankie’
and he did!
“And my tooth fell out —
and now I have one grown-up tooth
and 3 wiggly teeth —
and only 2 days ’til my birthday!”
And today, the day she turned 7,
she put on a blue party dress
with yellow flowers and a big
ribbon in her hair, and it was
raining, so her friend wore a mask,
and they ate pizza in an empty restaurant.
“I have to wait ’til Saturday so
my dad can see me open
my presents,” she told her aunt
on the phone, and after dinner
she shared the remains of
her Birthday Cake gelato
with her brothers and they took turns
taking spoonfuls until it was
all gone.
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