And she was celebrated,
celebrated with the fanciest of decors,
the dessert, the frocks,the violins,
the people, the Mayor himself.
To the town men,
an invite was a luxury.
The cab men waited for rides to be hired,
just to get a glimpse of the illuminated pride- The House.
The grandeur of the entrance,
never so splendid,
boomed with the compositions of notes running high and low on the chellos
The handsome guards,
with the silent smiles of a good feast,
and all the ladies and gentlemen grooming out of their coats of diamonds and pride.
it was quite an impressive celebration.
The firecrackers fired high into the starless night,
as she was carried in soft satin.
Carefully tucked in, inch by inch into the mother's bossom,
yes she was costly.
She looked around to what looked like day light,
so many lights, so many silky curtains flaunting the dome above..
She looked around,
at the Mother -
who smiled, but saw silence in her eyes when the Father looked,
the nervous smile,
the pretense of gold,
was this really ... A birthday?