Array ( [sid] => 186462 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Happy Birthday, Mom - Part VII [time] => 2019-08-02 11:47:06 [hometext] => Dedicated to Agnes Greene-Johnson (1948-2013) who passed away on March 6, 2013. (Note: I will post Parts IV, V and VI later today and tomorrow.) [bodytext] => The people who knew you, know that I was very fortunate to be your son.
If you hadn/'/t passed away, today you would/'/ve become seventy-one.
Another year has passed and another birthday has come around.
Seven years ago, you were alive and well but now you/'/re buried in the ground.

When my brother didn/'/t buy you a birthday cake in 2012, I bought you one.
It was both a privilege and an honor to buy you a cake and to be your son.
When you died in 2013, I damn nearly fell apart.
I had to lick my wounds and nurse a broken heart.

We were both born in August and your life is something that I still rejoice.
It was difficult to say goodbye and let you go but sadly, I had no choice.
I wasn/'/t close to Dad or my brother so I had nobody to turn to for support.
Happy Birthday Mom, when you died at the age of 64, your life was cut too short. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 68 [topic] => 10 [informant] => randyjohnson [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => BirthdayPoems ) Your Poetry Dot Com - Happy Birthday, Mom - Part VII


Happy Birthday, Mom - Part VII
Date: Friday, 2nd August 2019 @ 11:47:06 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: randyjohnson
The people who knew you, know that I was very fortunate to be your son.
If you hadn/'/t passed away, today you would/'/ve become seventy-one.
Another year has passed and another birthday has come around.
Seven years ago, you were alive and well but now you/'/re buried in the ground.

When my brother didn/'/t buy you a birthday cake in 2012, I bought you one.
It was both a privilege and an honor to buy you a cake and to be your son.
When you died in 2013, I damn nearly fell apart.
I had to lick my wounds and nurse a broken heart.

We were both born in August and your life is something that I still rejoice.
It was difficult to say goodbye and let you go but sadly, I had no choice.
I wasn/'/t close to Dad or my brother so I had nobody to turn to for support.
Happy Birthday Mom, when you died at the age of 64, your life was cut too short.

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