Happiest birthday to you.
Although you can’t celebrate
with us on earth, I know
the party doesn’t stop in the sky.
Sometimes, I ask myself why:
why aren’t you here to blow
out the candles or open
our gifts? I will never get that
question answered. It doesn’t
matter because I still see
your face in the sky,
on sunflowers, in the mirror,
around the corner, in these
words I write. I know
you’re smiling down as grey
clouds part. If it rains today,
I know it’s you watering
my soul. These candles may
never get blown out,
but the burning flame dancing
in my heart tells me that when
your story ended, mine got to
start. Happiest birthday to you.
You are dearly missed and will
always be, but I know you
are always with me
until my soul is set free.


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