It's Her Birthday

It’s Her Birthday

It’s her birthday
Too bad she can’t blow
Out her candles

It’s her birthday
She would be seventy-two,
If it wasn’t for the
Cancer that killed her golden heart

It’s her birthday
She is supposed to sit in front
Of her cake and make a wish

It’s her birthday
Three years after she died
And now that she is gone
They all want to give her a gift

It’s her birthday
And instead of crowding around a
Table we are standing around her tombstone
Letting the wind blow out her candles





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wintersunshine293 said...
Sept. 24, 2008 at 7:14 pm
this is really beautiful, good use of repetition.
 
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