It is now June and it’s been a long day,
I’ve baked a chocolate cake,
While the kids continued to play.
My daughter had insisted on ‘Hello Kitty.’
Fondant icing and sweets a treat on her birthday,
With excitement, she loves it, hip hooray.

Sitting here now, I’m feeling quite sick,
Hard to bake a cake and then not pick.
The huge quantity of chocolate icing,
Sweets left over and not to much fighting.
Sugary sweetness, chocolatey goodness.
With love, it tastes nice but we need to eat less.

My little girl will soon be six,
Unbelievable the years have gone so quick.
The toddler years they went too fast,
There is so much now that is in the past.
So many memories that will be not be forgotten,
To be talked about again, they certainly weren’t rotten.

Soon my children will be six and eight,
They are hard work but are often great.
Time is moving on and their presents are wrapped.
Time for mum to sit and relax.
Clothes, books and toys for my girl and boy.
Presents that I’m sure will bring much joy.

My seven year old he wants Minecraft and Roblox,
He wants a chocolate cake with sponge and blocks.
The main present he had early, it was a bike,
Maybe near his birthday, we’ll take it out if he likes.
Making time for each other and for a sister and her brother.
Playing together, having fun, despite the British weather.

Birthday cake is better homemade,
A great ingredient cannot be delayed.
The hard work and sweat of mum’s baking,
The love inside there is no faking.
The loving taste, that is so enjoyed,
An amount of effort needs to be employed.

Close family times, to be spent together,
Making the most of our time with each other.
Making time for cuddles and lots of hugs,
Time for laughter, not too many child shrugs.
Spend time with your family, especially when they are young,
As way too soon their childhood is over and done.

Looking at photos, looking at my family,
Looking at my son, holding my baby.
Special times that will never be replayed,
But forever held in my memories everyday.
So another year has gone, another birthday,
One day to go, her birthday is Monday.

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