Photo prompt © J Hardy Carroll
She planned every detail.
The dress. The cake. The decorations.
What games to play. Who to invite. The invitations.
She fretted over treats and props. The seating arrangement.
The day dawned bright. The weather fair.
The flowers gifted blooms. Butterflies came to visit.
The cake turned out close to perfect.
The dress fit well. Even her hair cooperated.
She breathed it in.
The only thing she did not foresee
Was no one showing up,
And only her mama there
To wrap a scarf around her eyes
To hide the tears
As she pinned the donkey.
Note: Dedicated to all the children whose parties turn to pain. To those who are all too often left invisible due to social awkwardness, adversity, disabilities visible and invisible, social isolation, bullying, and the myriad ways indifference (let alone direct cruelty) can a child’s soul maim.