Thirty-One
Bitter-sweet hazelnut touching
A warm sandpaper tongue
Bits stuck in the cracks
Of un-straightened teeth
An angelic giggle
Bursts through the home
Filled with the comforting smell
Of chocolate melting
Tiny chubby fingers swirl in the air
Calling for more cookies
Warm as summer's air
Eyelids start to become weary
Of a long forgotten day
Gleaming eyes are hidden
Chin kisses neck
As a head is a bit too heavy
A scar on a soft pale stomach
Rushes to a sunset red
A nose stops moving in rhythm
While a beat in a chest
Begins to slow
A head full of nothingness
Falls to a table
Of a cold comfy highchair
A splatter of white frosting
Is a warning of its purity
Being lost and locked away
A scream erupts from a kettle
Marking the time
Of a mother's suffering
A father's addiction
A child's death
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