My Birthday (nonfiction)
Yesterday I got out of my bed
‘Laynah stood there shouting by the door
What on earth was all this nonsense for?
Suddenly a thought popped in my head.
If today were just a normal day
Why would she be screaming in my face?
Why in that specific, single place?
I remembered: it was my birthday.
During lunch break, we picked up my dad
Italian food from Rocco’s served as lunch
And dinner too, and when we ceased to munch
The cupcakes were the best I ever had!
So now I’m fourteen, and I wish to say
My family made this a special day.