A day of feelings.
I remember a day in August ’89,
I put on a dress, and I felt so fine.
Long have I waited for that day to come,
For it was the first time I was hosting with my mom.
See my mom she loves beautiful things,
She’ll put some glitters on any willing being.
She made yummy food, decorated the table,
I felt like I was in a princess’s castle.
She told me, “Here, this is Millie’s present.”
I knew she’d love it, and that felt very pleasant.
It was a pretty doll with big yellow hair,
I felt a little envy there.
It had a green dress, Oh my favourite colour,
I’ll care for her well, if she became mine, ever.
So we brought out the cake, balloons on the floor,
and waited for Millie to show up at the door.
We waited a long wait, and it was twelve,
But still, there was no Millie, there was no one else.
“Are they coming mama?” my little voice chimed.
Mom said, “I’m sorry, honey, maybe they changed their mind”
I held on to that doll; I glanced through the window,
Maybe they woke up late, maybe they forgot,
Maybe they’ll remember, maybe they’ll show up.
I remember a day in August ‘89
I felt disheartened for the first time.
I did not like that feeling, it felt so cruel,
But not long after that, I felt like “Hey, it was cool”
I remember a day in August ‘89,
I remember the day that pretty doll became mine.
