Poetry

The Birthday

By 15th May 2011December 9th, 2019No Comments

Today she is one. She is the star!
Her mother, her moon, and her father, her sun,
Put her in the car and they’re off for a run.
They go to a place that they’ve booked for the day.
Her grandparents come to watch their star at play.
But amidst all the pictures of cows, dogs and sheep
She closes her eyes and our star is asleep.
Then when it’s all over the star is awake.
She’s missed all the fun and we’ve eaten the cake.
And there is nothing much more we can do.
She’ll just have to wait until she is two!

Andrew Diamond

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