Early Memory
The first birthday I
recall,
I was three or four.
Aunt Marg the baker
brought my birthday cake.
Mom and my aunt, very
tall,
lowered the cake so I
could see
it decorated with red
roses
and green leaves.
I said, “It looks
delicious!”
They laughed at me
for using such a big
word.
A bit hurt and mad, I
thought,
How stupid do they think I am?
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