Doesn't matter what I write.
There just are no created words;
nothing that defines the hole
the loss
the emptiness
where you once were.
I'm so lucky to have been born to you.
I'm so blessed to have been given
your grit and determination.
I'm so grateful that you pushed me
toward every passion
and cheered me on through victory -
no matter its size.
Thank you for raising me to be
strong and resilient and positive.
Thanks for encouraging my dreams.
It is a rare day
that you don't flit across my mind.
You usually sit squarely
on my heart.
I hope you hear me
when I talk to you, or sing to you,
or laugh, or cry.
I love you more than I could ever express.
I miss you, Mom.
Happy Heavenly Birthday!
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