small,
birthdays were a holiday.
a mountain
of gifts and cards
came from
everywhere,
near and far.
grandparents, friends,
uncles
and aunts.
the special cake,
the confetti,
the music.
a day long party.
every wish was granted.
no gift on his list
not given.
maybe we took it too
far.
gave him too much.
because now he never
writes,
he never calls.
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