We Can’t Be Late

By. Aalyiah Matthews

As Joey and I rush to Mike’s Bakery, the sweat drips off his face.

The wind blows and wipes the sweat away.

Gotta Hurry We Cant Be Late.

DownTheHillWeGoAndGo

To the bakery, to get the cake.

We have to hurry, we cant be late.

We got the cake we say thanks…

It smells as sweet as leche flan…. but now

NOWWEREALLYMUSTHURRYWEWILLBELATE

We made it, made it home that is.

We are not late, we made it right on time.

Now its time.. to eat some cake and celebrate

this special birthday.

Happy birthday mom, happy birthday.