That day; <br />When the fruit was very much anticipated, <br /> the odd moods to be shunned off, <br /> the 9-months weariness to be shed off, <br /> the lone times to be gotten rid of, <br /> And the non-usual lateness would be kept off. <br />When I cried while everyone else laughed, <br /> I was blank while everyone else knew what laid ahead, <br /> I was innocent while many wished to ruin me, <br /> And I got confused by their looks while they each pecked me. <br />When the homestead became all and sundry's reception, <br /> Tossing me up and down, <br /> Wishing me all the luck ahead, <br /> Giggling on all my toddling acts, <br /> And scolding on my unintended scratches. <br />I now get the sense behind everything, <br /> The tenderness behind every prick, <br /> The devotion behind their efforts, <br /> The trouble behind my mess, <br /> And the reason behind my yearly celebrations.<br /><br />Jacob macharia<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/birthday-69/
