If I could go. Back to my littlest, of little birthdays.
I would sit in my little chair, in my pretty little dress, and watch.
Smile for my family, all around. Who’d brought me little thoughtful gifts.
Special things, for a little Michelle.
I would grin for my mama. And share with her, my cake.
And my little heart, would be so full. Everyone so young, and joyful.
All there to celebrate, the beginning of, my tiny little life.
And I would be, grateful too. That it was me. The reason they were together there.