your body worn, you could not stay.
If loving you could keep you here,
your heart would mend,
your lungs would clear.
We would celebrate as you turn eight-four,
and if loving you could keep you here,
we would celebrate many more.
I picture you dancing with Dad every day,
with Dean by your side, you will be okay.
It will never be easy to not have you here
and my heart holds on tight to keep you near.
No words can express how much you are missed.
I love you forever and I carry your heart.
Happy birthday, Mom.
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