The very first month
Of each passing year
Brings up your birthday
Even though you're not here.
There are years that I smile
Seeing memories of you,
But sometimes it's hard
The whole day through.
I don't buy you gifts
Or ice cream and cake.
I don't send invites;
There are no guests to thank.
Just as you liked it
When you were with us.
Not much on attention
Or making a fuss.
You'd give others presents
Instead of you.
God understood that
And knew what to do.
He put you together
With a kind heart.
He made you perfect
Right from the start.
You became the present
'Cause he knew how'd you'd be.
Even on YOUR birthday
You'd give the gifts to me.
Yet, it still seems ironic
That on the day of your birth
I got the best gift
With the most worth.
So on January second
Of every year,
I'm down on my knees
And fighting the tears.
I thank God for my gift
Of choosing you as my Dad.
You were the best father
I could have had.
Happy Birthday In Heaven
Published by Family Friend Poems January 2019 with permission of the Author.
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ABOUT THE POET:
My name is Dusty. Im a 41 yr old mother of 4. I have written poems since I was small. I have major anxiety and I found that writing my feelings when I was anxious helped me relieve them. In a moment of panic, sadness or hope, I use writing as my therapy.