Birthday
Good things come in small packages Daddy says smiles and takes the silver gift from my young girl hands I try to hold it to me save it for a special rainy day when I might want to let it go but mother unties the ribbon lets daddy lift the lid Ten candles on the cake wishes do come true Close my eyes exotic bird white wings block sun and stars I soar close my eyes wings broken I fall hanging tethered to the perch.
Close my eyes exotic bird I swoop for you mother a single feather for your lap father a single feather
It was my birthday I was supposed to soar.