Today would have been your 47th birthday,
Instead of spending the day with you waking up
at midnight yelling happy birthday mom,
I sit on my bed reminiscing about the last one
we spent together when you were still alive.
Closing my eyes, I allow my mind to take me back to that
day; Where you and I giggled as I sang happy birthday to
you at the top of my lungs, watching your face turn a rosy red,
Where I anxiously awaited for you to open all your gifts just
to see that beautiful smile cross your face.
Thinking to myself, How did I get so lucky for a mom like you?
Cherishing every memory we had together on that day,
Never realizing that would be your last birthday together,
Trying so hard not to cry, trying to be strong for you as I know
you are watching over me.
Looking at your picture on my wall,
saying Happy Birthday mom, I wish you were here,
I promise to bring you vibrant red and white roses
to put in your grave, to show you just how much
you truly mean to me.
- Not the best poem at all. I have a major case of writers block. Might delete this and write a different one later.-
Holly!!!! :( I love you and your mom sounds like she was an amazing person. Put one of those flowers on her grave for me please; she raised a beautiful daughter and I wanna wish her a happy brithday also. <3