Another Birthday
I`d wish you happy birthday, Mom,
But you’ve been gone 4 years,
And I can`t celebrate the day
With eyes all full of tears.
I can’t forget July the 4th
While others celebrate
With fireworks and cheerful songs
I`ve almost come to hate.
To others, Independence Day
Is filled with summer fun;
To me, your birthday simply marks
Another year you’re gone.
I guess I simply miss you, Mom,
Though you are in God`s hand.
I just don’t want to celebrate.
I hope friends understand.
©2017 Denise McKenney
Another year to honor her. Your poem honors her too.