No one will ever know it
But memories of you
Fill my mind today
I find myself preoccupied
A little sadder…somewhat somber
Because my heart misses you
This year has been filled with many firsts
Shortly after your death
There was Mother’s Day…the first one without you
Today…we would have celebrated your 87th birthday
But instead…it is filled
With remembrances of you
There is no birthday card to write
To tell you that you are loved
No gift will be selected…to bring a smile to your face
When I was married just a few short weeks ago
I looked out at the congregation
If only I could have seen your face
Family and friends came alongside us
But none could take your place
You should have been there to celebrate the long awaited day
Oh dear one
Will I see you in heaven
Will we have an eternity to celebrate your birth
Susan Bunts
October 23, 2008
But memories of you
Fill my mind today
I find myself preoccupied
A little sadder…somewhat somber
Because my heart misses you
This year has been filled with many firsts
Shortly after your death
There was Mother’s Day…the first one without you
Today…we would have celebrated your 87th birthday
But instead…it is filled
With remembrances of you
There is no birthday card to write
To tell you that you are loved
No gift will be selected…to bring a smile to your face
When I was married just a few short weeks ago
I looked out at the congregation
If only I could have seen your face
Family and friends came alongside us
But none could take your place
You should have been there to celebrate the long awaited day
Oh dear one
Will I see you in heaven
Will we have an eternity to celebrate your birth
Susan Bunts
October 23, 2008
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