Birthday Cakes

Our childhood of yesteryear
Fresh and innocent with no fear.
We waited with bated breath
To peek at our cake that arrived fresh.

Our birthday cake, our birthday cake.

Moist and warm, chocolate brown
Cool and pink, strawberry jam winks
Fresh sweet creams, pineapple dreams.

Our birthday cake, our birthday cake.

Mickey, Donald, Tom and Jerry
Smile and greet us always cheery
Different shapes all nicely baked
Surprise, surprise with us awake.

Our birthday cake, our birthday cake.

Frilly frock and satin bows
Lit candles standing tall
Blown out to birthday songs.

Our birthday cake, our birthday cake.
Birthday presents, treasure troves
Kiddy fights and laughter echoes
Happy memories of birthday cakes
Everyone loves it freshly baked.

Our birthday cake, our birthday cake.

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Shabeeh Kamoonpuri

Very Beautiful poem.Well written.enjoyable.keep writing.Cheers Namitha.


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