In a photo, thin, solemn, wide-eyed,
I sit in a high chair
in the back yard
of the little house with the red roof,
a cake with one candle
in front of me.
Afterward, put down for my nap,
wordless happiness,
life had changed:
balloons, presents, cake,
not the other.
When I woke up,
my father came in.
Nothing had changed.
Kate Loveton said:
Oh my… this is a powerful piece.
willow1945 said:
Kate, thank you–I’m following you now.
Kate Loveton said:
How kind of you – thank you!