No Mum, not this year
no celebrations, no merriment nor cheer
Ten months have gone by
I miss you and often I cry
Today, your seventy eighth year
Goes by un-noticed by those, your peers
All have passed too,
maybe they sit along side of you.
This day I will never forget
for it’s you, for whom I fret
Liberated, gone, all your wariness
basking with Him, in restfulness
Wrapped in Gods arms
safe from pain, away from harm.
For this, there is happiness
but it wont lull my loneliness
Even though you share His birth
Christmas day, holds no mirth
This joyful season
For me, holds no reason
for merriment and gladness
All that’s left is sorrow and sadness.
Happy birthday I’d wish to you, if you were here
Past memories of you Mum
held precious and forever dear.

TeAnne © Dec 22. 1997