It was his seventh birthday with stale halos
of cigarette smoke, and empty whiskey bottles
leaning against the chocolate covered birthday
boys cake table, with mother cutting even slices,
so no child would whine for being cheated of
licking their fingers of less tasty chocolate icing.
Happy Birthday was sung by half-drunken parents,
while the rest of us ran around the table chasing
each others balloons, pretending to be Kings and
Queens wearing crowns in disgust peeping from
behind colored curtains.
It was his day, this sad boy who’s seventh wouldn’t
go away from the chatter and chirping of Happy
Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you.
His big ears were hurting from the sounds in this
crazy house of mirrors that reflected back children
with chocolate smeared faces.
He ran from the house with a slice of cake in
each hand, skipping down the creaking steps two
at a time without missing a beat, running in to the
street not watching for that car which sent him
flying through the air wearing his chocolate face,
and fists clutching cake while his world came
crashing down all around him, turning smiles and
laughter into screeching sounds of burning rubber
and blood spilling beside him.
Days and nights spent in hospital bed with stitches
butter flied to his head, while a broken boned leg is
mending in a sling slung above his bed, he lies on
starched sheets mixed with red bed sores from to
much starch they were fed.
Nurses in their whites circling around him with
smiles and kindness to this boy with broken leg and
fractured head, keeping a smile on their faces whilst
hooking him up intravenous to be fed, this kid with
unlicked chocolate smile still on his face.
A gentleman with head bowed in shame that struck
him down and put him in this pain, came with all the
toys and games for this boy, who would love to walk
and feel normal again.
Recovery was slow and painful for both the boy and
gentleman who together found comfort in each others
sorrow, yet a lesson was learned never to run into a street
before looking both ways in fear of becoming a boy flying
through the air with the greatest of ease, while landing in
emergency care with an unlicked chocolate grin from
ear to ear.
Copyright Vincent Moore 2012 All Rights Reserved.