My 100th Birthday Party

• Mila B, Grade 4
• Poetry
• 2018

I wake up and get out of bed,
I look at myself,
Wow I am 3 digit,
I remember the times when I was a little kid,
Here comes Richard,
I have known him since I was 3 years old,
He has a plate with a silver cover,
He put's it in my fridge,
Here come my family and friends,
We sit around the table,
I see the plate again,
Richard lifts up the cover,
There is a wonderful cake with twenty candles,
I remember when I was twenty,
Those good old days.