This is the cake, and these are the candles.
This is the child, and this is her joy.
Her happiness was all I hoped for.
This is a photo of her last year,
And this is how she grew.
This is a chair with a table,
This is the cake on the table.
This is a year gone by
And a whole new year ahead.
This is our party.
This is my friend's backyard.
This is my sister lying on the grass,
With her hair in a braid.
Her lips turned bright pink,
Her hair all done in curls,
Her dress made of lavender silk.
She blew out the candles,
her eyes squinting,
her fingers crossed.
Don't you see? She has cake in her mouth.
