Clenching tightly on to his teddy bear
He thinks it's his birthday-
No one want to displease him.
He'll loose hope-
Already clinching on to the wobbly wooden table
gazing at the pink polka dot candle
in hopes to devour the enticing and celestial dessert.
The pink polka dot candle with the number sixteen imprinted on it
seemed to not draw any attention from him.
After all, he still believed in tooth fairies and Santa Claus
he could only count to ten
and was just starting kindergarten.
Only one candle stands
lit shiny on the little piece of delectable chocolate cake.
The small flame dances from side to side
He was persistent, intense.
He picked his piece-
Read to make his wish
maybe of toy trucks or
probably a bag of jolly ranchers and kit kats.
He leans in to blow his candle jauntily.
barely capable of hiding their laughter
while singing along
the original "Birthday Song."
No more candles.
The piece of cake doesn't look as presentable as before.
We grin at one another as thought we've accomplished
something as great as reaching the moon.
He is as elated as can be
throwing his hands up frantically.
I guess he wished for something good.