Charming laughter
of a slightly more mature
brand new eight year old,
Curious whispers regarding
Edward Tulane's unfortunate life
Gleaming tip half-covered in white cream
from day old birthday cake
And the warm soapy water
rushing over the knife
Gurgles of a beginning talker
desperatey attempting to distract my ears
but all can feel
the only thing my breaking heart can hear
is the shrug of your shoulders
and your numbing words
too loud and clear
Because it's just one more year
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