2019 YOUR FIRST BIRTHDAY IN HEAVEN

6-7-2019
YOUR FIRST BIRTHDAY IN HEAVEN

 

TODAY WAS YOUR  BIRTHDAY IN HEAVEN
THE FIRST SINCE YOU’VE BEEN GONE.
AT THE STROKE OF MIDNIGHT,
I SANG YOU A LITTLE SONG.
I KISSED YOUR EMPTY PILLOW.
WISHED MY WISH COME TRUE.
IF YOU COULD COME BACK FOR ONE MORE MOMENT
I’D SING HAPPY BIRTHDAY JUST FOR YOU.

I MADE MY CUP OF COFFEE
THEN SAT IN YOUR CHAIR
THEN LISTENED TO SILENCE
AND WISHED THAT YOU WERE HERE.

MEMORIES OF THE DAY WE MET
AT THE RIVER THAT FAITHFUL DAY
YOUR SWEET 16 BIRTHDAY
45 LONG YEARS AGO TODAY.
FROM OUR FIRST KISS TILL TO THE LAST
IT ALL PASSED BY SO FAST
SO AGAIN, I WISHED YOU HAPPY BIRTHDAY
AS A TEAR FELL IN MY GLASS.
I LOOKED AROUND THE WALLS
AND SAW YOU EVERYWHERE
WIPED THE TEARS THAT RAN DOWN MY FACE
AGAIN SAT IN YOUR CHAIR.

THEN I WONDERED UP IN HEAVEN
IF THEY WERE CELEBRATING YOU.
WAS TRIXIE BY YOUR SIDE CELEBRATING HER BIRTHDAY TOO.
WAS TOMCAT CHASING BIRDS WHILE FAMILY GATHERED
NEAR. JUST ENVISIONING ALL THE JOY
I SHED ANOTHER TEAR.

WITH PRESENTS ALL AROUND YOU.
DID LAUGHTER FILL THE AIR
DID THEY CELEBRATE YOU IN HEAVEN
DID YOU WISH THAT I WAS THERE.

HERE ON EARTH THERE WAS SADNESS
NOT MUCH HAPPINESS TO BE FOUND.
NO CAKE OR BALLOON CARDS OR GIFT
OR FAMILY GATHERED AROUND.
THE DAY JUST SEEMED TO SLIP AWAY
AS MOST DAYS SEEM TO DO.
NOT MUCH TO CELEBRATE HERE ON EARTH
THESE DAYS WITHOUT YOU.

TONIGHT, BEFORE I WENT TO SLEEP
I SANG YOUR LITTLE SONG.
HUGGED & KISSED YOUR EMPTY PILLOW
AND MISSED YOU ALL NIGHT LONG.

Written by Audrey Wilmot
6/8/19

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When It Rains

                               When It Rain 

You must remember when the skies open up and it rains.

I believe that rain is all the tears of those who one way or another we had to leave behind,

I also believe that there are holes in the floor of heaven to let those tears fall to earth to cleanse those who are grieving,and those who are grieved for and missed.

After a hard soaking rain have you ever noticed how much fresher everything smells 

and how the flowers and birds show themselves.  

It’s the same way I feel after I cry;

Refreshed and alive.

 

                                              By Audrey Wilmot 

                                                                                                                   November 2000

 

Dedicated. To my dearest friend in heaven Harry Hank Howlett