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Four Years Old, TerminalCategory: poemsss
Monday, 20 August 2012
10:25:40 PM (GMT)
Today, when I woke up,
I was four.
Happy birthday to me!
Today I'm special,
so I get to wear 
a special dress,
and eat a special breakfast,
with sprinkles on the pancakes.

Mommy used to read me stories about
a little boy who had to fight a monster,
named Cancer, but
she reads me a book about 
angels, and Heaven, and Jesus.
I color a picture while she reads.
I make Heaven have yellow all over,
like gold.
I don't know what angels look like,
so I draw the Disney fairies instead.
They have wings, too.

I get a party later today, 
with balloons and my aunts
and my friend Robyn, 
and Mommy takes me to the store
to let me pick out 
whatever I want.

The store windows are like 
and I can see Mommy's head,
that matches mine.
Our hair is short,
since Mommy shaves both our heads.
She likes to match me.
I used to want to have pretty hair,
like Mommy, 
but Mommy said,
"I want to be beautiful like you."

The doors slide open by magic,
and I run towards the candy,
because I see the colors right away.
Then, my new shoes, 
my princess shoes, 
slide too much, and I fall down.
Mommy is getting a cart, 
and she runs over to me.
A tall man pushes his cart by hers,
and they crash, smash,
like cars do sometimes.
He's mad, and growls like
monsters probably would, 
if they were real, he says,
"Watch where you're going, dyke!"
Mommy's face gets sad, 
and I get up, 
to show her that I'm fine,
and I run to her.
When the man sees me, 
he looks like a dog just bit him.
His mouth opens and closes 
like a goldfish. 
Mommy smiles weird and we walk away.

My princesses are good now,
they don't slip again.
We pick out all the food we want,
beause it's my birthday, and I'm special today.
Happy birthday to me!

When we get home,
Robyn is there early,
and we eat candy 
while Mommy blows up balloons.
My favorite Tv show is on,
and today is so much fun.

Mommy told me this will be my last birthday,
which is too bad,
because today is so much fun.

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