Mama loved to give us surprises
birthdays were special and came in all sizes.
In the woods, across the creek, a hideout we built.
Of logs cut for props in Dad's mine over the hill.
This secret place was for me and my friend.
It was low and dark like a small animal den.
On my birthday, as I ran through the woods to my special place.
All my friends were there, you should have seen my face.
Back to the house I ran, lock in the bathroom, for the day.
I cried hard, Mama at the door sorry in her way.