THE PARTY
She’d never had her
own birthday party--ever.
She’d never had a real family--
A mother who cared,
A sister who cared.
Her fiftieth birthday was not about
growing old.
It was about being a special part
of other’s lives.
She’d never had her own birthday party--ever.
As a child, unclaimed, waiting to be claimed.
Unloved, hoping to be loved.
A dreamer reaching for approval,
but pretending not to.
She’d never had her own birthday party--ever.
How do you design your own party?
Graciously, expectantly, nervously.
An adult waiting to be the child
wanting to be waiting
for that special day
to be celebrated together
as a family--
her birth day.
She never had a birthday party--ever.
Until today.
And they came.
Those who loved her for who she was
and who she would be.
Her chosen family.
Beth Good--2001
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