This day…

Today is your birthday

There is so much I wish I could say.

But God, took you away.

Today you would have turned seven.

Instead, you are my angel up in heaven.

On this day each year I cry,

And ask God, why?

Would he take my first son born?

A missing piece of my heart, I’ll forever mourn.

Today is his birthday,

And I’m pushing through, another workday.

I force a smile

And stifle my tears for a while.

Until I am alone to cry the tears that I hide

From all of the pain and sorrow that is intensified

Because I have a son… who died.

Today is your birthday

And there is nothing, anyone can say

Nothing they can do,

To keep me, from missing you.