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It was my seventh birthday party, mother had everything planned,
Decorations were in the dining room, invitations sent out, balloons;
And on February first, 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 about it, all of January I was trying on my birthday dress,
But at the party, I sat at the head of the table, quiet and with no emotion;
I remember all the kids with their hats on and playing with balloons,
The cake was in front of me, the candles lit, but I was just sitting there.
Someone took a picture, I still have it, my mother and grandma behind me,
And they were weeping, but not because it was my birthday, but for Suzanne;
You see we had buried her the day before, she had died a tragic death,
I told my mother after that I never wanted another birthday party, please.
The newspaper ran the story of my sisters accident on the front page,
Girl, killed under wheels of gravel truck, Suzanne, aged eight years, daughter;
Of Mr. and Mrs. of 405 Rideau Street, was crushed to death beneath the,
Dual wheels of a fully-loaded gravel truck at Clarence and Chapel Street.
It was the years first fatality. The truck was southbound on Chapel Street,
Shortly after noon, the driver told the police that he saw the girl on a snow bank;
She suddenly darted, then apparently tried to stop as she saw the truck,
Her feet slipped onthe icy street- she slipped beneath the heavy dual wheels.
She was killed instantly, Mr. and Mrs. have two other girls, age 4 and 6,
That clipping is fading but I usually read it every birthday, to remember;
My mother said, why not just change the date of your birthday, dear,
But I refused, it is my destiny to have this day reserved to remember Suzanne.
And I have never celebrated another birthday . . . and never will, ever,
You see I was on that snow bank also, I watched my sister disappear and die;
Mother and I stood together and watched her blood soak the street,
I will never forget my mothers screaming, it will echo in my soul forever. fore
No wonder my life istormented but especially on my birthday !
January 25, 2016
Poetry/Verse/The Birthday Party
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