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After- The Birthday Party

     It was my seventh birthday party, mother had everything planned,
decorations were in the dining room, invitations sent out, balloons;
          and on February 1-  I was going to have a party with all my friends,
I will never know why mother did not just cancel that party but she didn't.

     I was so excited all of January and always trying on my dress,
but at the party-  I sat at the head of the table, quiet and frozen;
          I remember all the kids with their hats and playing with balloons,
the cake was in front of me, the candles lit, but I was just sitting there.

     Someone took a picture of me-  my mother and grandma behind,
and they were weeping, but not because it was my birthday . . . for Susan;
          you see we buried her the day before, she had died January 29th,
she was buried in a peaceful spot beneath a leaning maple tree.

After the party . . . 

I told my mother that I never wanted another birthday party, 
      and mother said, we can change the date of your birthday;
but I refused-  it is my destiny to have this day reserved for Susan,
          and I have never celebrated another birthday-  never will.
               You see, I watched Susan die and something broke inside me.
(January 25, 2016) Edited, June 23, 2019

Poetry/Narrative/After-  The Birthday Party
Copyright Protected, ID 16- 1159-640-02
All Rights Reserved.  Written under Pseudonym.

Submitted to the contest, After The Party- Old/New
sponsor, Anthony Slausin

First Place

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Date: 7/3/2019 11:27:00 AM
That's a sad story, sorry to hear it. Congratulations on your win, no other placement is suitable for this! :)
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Date: 7/1/2019 2:08:00 PM
Heart rendering write Constance, warmest congratulations and hugs xomo
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