Riding my tricycle round and round
Smelling the cake as it starts to bake,
Straining my ear for the welcome sound
Bottles of pop with birthday cake.
Baby brother gives hungry cry
Mother takes time for hurried look
Wishing aloud that the time would fly,
Father arrives with a coloring book.
Children will come for the party soon
Mother needs help to prepare the way.
Baby asleep such a welcome boon
Back to remove the hot cake tray.
This is the time of my birthday six
Party with presents welcome thought,
Afternoon trip to the Disney flicks
After I’ve opened presents brought.
How will it be when I turn sixteen?
All grown up with party friends
I wonder if all the presents seen
Will stay unopened ‘til party ends?
Father arrives in the family car,
Mother runs out with cry of joy
Holding the half-filled cookie jar,
Points to her waking baby boy.
Children arrive at the house front door,
I shout as I run to let them in
One drops their gift on the verandah floor
And rushes in with a big wide grin.
Filled with cookies, with pop and cake
Wrappings torn from the table things,
No longer shouts can these children make
Thoughts of the movie smile now brings.
When evening comes to the worn out lad
Big boy’s tucked in his nice warm bed,
Mother asks son if she made him glad.
“Wish I was sixteen,” big boy said.
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While some memories of childhood have to be prompted by others, there are events which remain crystal clear in memory. This is one of my clear memories at age 6. Somehow 16 seemed to be the ultimate goal in life!