Birthday Cake
A single father understanding the beauty of raising a daughter
mother didn't bother left him with lonliness standing at the alter
atleast this little sentimental infant is his
her birthday a few days before a now more valuable Christmas
the first required a high chair, and the treat wound up everywhere
one of our precious moments, and I enjoyed my cake
Soon she started walking, but only with me right behind
eats things she shouldn't, and sometimes my keys I can't find
babies cry overcomes comfort due to developing teeth
I hate seein' her down round the time to put up the wreath
onl a booster seat needed, still can tickle her little feet
together forever we laugh, and I enjoyed my cake
My eyes look bruised, now first hand are the terrible twos
yet the heart feels so much, I don't even hear the blues
happy birthday to her in my finest harmony
as she blows out the candles one, two, three
this year seated happily on my knee
kissed her heavenily forehead, and I enjoyed my cake
Mom suddenly risen from whatever cellar she was imprisioned
delivered a court order with precision, tears now my only vision
seems she won a custody case, one where they didn't have to see my face
I batter a batch in an attempt to satisfy my sadness
little did I know it would soon lead to my madness
for four days I sit in distress, alone, with no cake.
Copyright © Dylan Baker | Year Posted 2006
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