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Birthday Surprise

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.

--Hubert Crowell

2010 Hubert C. Crowell