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A/N: Hey everybody! As written in the summary, this is for Ninja's 13th Birthday Contest, and in my case it is Natalie's birthday. I have no idea how this poetry/lines thing will turn out but im hoping that the lining and the way the poem appears on FF net will be okay… Well forgive me if it's not.
All the years of her life,
Natalie had faced lots of strife.
She was thirteen this day,
It was a warm summer in May.
She had been enjoying everything,
When suddenly she found she had nothing.
Amber, the colour of her eyes,
Tears flow down as she cries.
Thinking of days in the past,
Yet knowing that they would not last.
On a lovely summer day,
She knew nobody would come to play.
Thirteen full years,
Now they were nought but smears.
Birthday soon gone,
Still no happy birthday song.
No congratulations, nobody pretended,
She'd doubted they even remembered.
Her special day,
That one day in May.
Ian, gift in hand, wished her a happy birthday
Exactly at the strike of midday
Going to Paris would beat this by a mile
But at least it was given with a smile
She responds with a hug,
Which makes her feel snug.
But-really-did nobody remember that day?
Or was it, to them, just another day in May?
Natalie, she walks to the door just as the doorbell rings,
From outside the mansion, everybody springs.
Lots of wishes fill the air,
As Dan messes up her hair.
Cahills here and there,
Cahills everywhere.
Many wishes she'd received,
About her hair, she wasn't the slightest bit miffed.
They remembered this day,
To them, it wasn't just another summer's day in May.
Placed under the maple,
Gifts wrapped in silver paper.
Sweets wrapped in shiny wrappers,
On the table were some crackers.
Natalie beamed,
It was just like she'd dreamed.
It was time to cut the cake
For everyone to partake
So Sinead brought out one she'd made
"Happy birthday," she'd bade.
"Light the candles, make a wish then blow them out,"
"It's your birthday, don't pout."
Candle lit,
Wish made, cake eaten bit by bit.
Everyone was mellow,
Natalie forgot her sorrow.
This beat Paris hollow,
She'd remember this day tomorrow.
Her thirteenth birthday, best by far,
Her memory nothing would mar.
Her happiest birthday yet,
No wonder it would be hard to forget.
So, a cluster of relatives stay,
In a mansion, that fine day.
One warm summer's day,
A special day in May,
Her birthday.
A/N: So that's it! I suppose it's rather short, but it's my first official poem, not counting the ones I wrote to insult Evan (…) so reviews are appreciated. Ninja, please review/PM me to show that you have read this…and stuff. Whatevs. So, thank you for reading this. Hope it was nice, I wouldn't know. If you felt it was good, do leave it in the reviews/PM me because I may continue to write poems… Thanks!
~Wicked.