Angel’s first birthday,
My excited daughters decorate the terrace,
with crude hand-made posters and scraps of paper,
and a colorful paper cake painted with care.
They hand out tiny invitations
‘Be ready – it is going to be awesome!’
They spend hours preparing for their make-believe party,
A couple of jubilant, chattering monkeys!
6 o’ clock – IT’S PARTY TIME!
Two tiny girls drag every member
old and young to the top,
They all come – all of them,
and everyone cheers when the girls blow the candle,
Enthusiastic claps follow along with a joyful singing of the ‘Happy Birthday’ song,
Then they all pretend to gobble the pretend cake,
And give Angel a kiss, gently passing her around,
Just for seeing the girls’ faces light up,
who are now giggling and trying to act in charge,
We even play games, ‘It’s a party after all!’
and then, comes my favorite part.
Angel, a palm sized pink stuffed toy,
Sits in the center while eleven adults dance around her,
No cynics, no eye-rolls, no ‘lets get this over with,’ remarks,
Just a lot of warmth and love galore.
This is family.