It is his birthday
Hush! It's a surprise
I want to have it done
Before sunrise
As I take the box
Down off the shelf
I think of the time
He spends by himself
I'd like him to make friends
I think aloud.
As I pour the batter,
Powder forms a cloud
I love him so much
I have to confess
I let the eggs run
And mix with the rest
Time to add milk
I turn back to the task
Did I forget to buy some?
I now have to ask
I cannot believe
I forgot the best part
The milk makes it moist
--It's a delicate art
I decide to use water
It's wet and will do
But, it is bitter
Like my feelings, new
My head spins with the batter
As it mixes and churns
My heart is breaking
And how my soul yearns
As I place the cake in the oven
New thoughts come to mind
They burn with the cake
I hurry to save it, but never in time
Through the smoke I can see
That it has been charred
Like myself, my gift
has been marred
How can I give it to him
It is ruined now
I decide to toss it
And explain to him how
I was unable to bake him
his birthday cake
And tell him my plans
Once he did wake
He was already up
When I walked inside
His eyes were filled
with childish pride
He looked up at me
In that profound way
He had of making me feel
Happy and gay
I sat right beside him,
said sorry and cried
My child just hugged me
And my sobs soon died
My tears held back
To burst anytime,
My dear child then,
with his hand in mine
Hugged me even closer
And said sweetly "don't fear"
For he promised that he
Would always be near