I WISH YOU WERE HERE
We should be grooving today like we used to do. Everyone's birthday was celebrated, no matter how small. Food and drinks. Friends and family. Talk and music. Trust Mom to come through.
I'm sure it's happening up there. The angels are rejoicing with you. Your wonderful voice is praising God for this day. So why should I cry? Hmmmmmm. There's a smile on my face, it is a mask I wear.
My over-caring 'Mother Hen', it's your second posthumous birthday and I wish you were here. I wish I could write, my dearest, but the postman might not make it.
I'm thankful we shared a womb and part of your wonderful life. I had always thought we'd grow old together. God had other plans. So much has happened, no one to gossip with. I miss you and that's an understatement. I miss your voice, your smile and your laughter. I miss our chats. I miss your presence every weekend.
My first friend, my dearest sister, how I wish you were here.....