Happy Birthday, Momma
When they laid you away, I knew your words were stilled.
But your one wish in life you saw fulfilled.
But the battle is still on and I’m fighting hard.
I just wish you were here momma you know my life is scarred.
Each step I take I have to test the ground.
I guess maybe I question certain things I’ve found.
I wished you were here to tell me what to do.
Your words of wisdom you always spoke were so true.
Death is so cruel, so unkind.
Especially for the loved ones that are left suffering behind.
We all one day will simply just slip away.
Our voices will be silenced that’s the price we all will pay.
But I sure miss the comforts of my mothers shoulder.
And I really miss being able to gently hug and hold her.
Today’s the day you would have turned eighty-two.
Happy birthday momma, still thinking of you.
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