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Author:  Larry Moore
E-mail:  larrymoore@cebridge.net
Date:  1/13/2014 9:30:26 PM
Subject:  The Birthday Party

Birthday greetings, presents, and cards.
Phone keeps ringing with “ best of regards!”.
Candles on a cake, too many to count.
Memories and emotions are hard to surmount.

Age is just time, spelled out, in a number.
Years, still a treasure, we all try to plunder.
I try, to find reasons, to keep hanging on.
I find many, but many are gone.

A birthday without you, but, memories on file.
“ Happy Birthday” is sang ... I give a fake smile.
I blow out the candles, as both cheeks are kissed.
Knowing, my wish, will never exist.

I feel the love and know they mean well.
It’s too soon for me, to climb out of hell.
I unwrap the presents, “ It’s just what I wanted!”
I really want sleep, where my dreams are not haunted.

We fill up on cake and bowls of Ice Cream.
I watch the Grandkids, their little hearts beam.
I hope you’re watching. They’re growing so fast.
I take it all in, hope the memories will last.

The party ends as they go out the door.
Only my footsteps are heard on the floor.
I go to my chair and your picture I see.
I look all around, and there’s only me.

God knows the highways, I’ll just hitch a ride.
With you in my heart, tucked safely inside.
Knowing that, someday, I’ll see you again.
Funny, with that thought, I feel a slight, grin.


 The Birthday Party by Larry Moore  at 1/13/2014 9:30:26 PM
 Re: The Birthday Party by Dave at 1/14/2014 12:55:10 PM