Every summer
Her family Had a barbecue
To Celebrate her birthday
And every summer
She would receive hugs
That made her grimace
As hands made contact with her arms
And every summer
They would ask
"Why the sweater"
And every summer
She would turn away
And whisper
"I was cold"
And every summer
She smiled a sad smile
When she would blow out
The candle and
Wished to die
And last summer
She had tears in her eyes
As she said
"I love you" and "see you soon"
And this summer
There was no barbecue
Because this summer
There was no birthday
