Today’s your day
your world
your celebration
yet still here I sit alone
in awe and wonder
shall you be okay
as you lay in the the hospital fighting your own life
Time with myself to sit and ponder
when I should be in your arms to celebrate
Your day of celebration
yet your too sick to even think of a day of fun with everyone
missing you I sit here worrying
as your birthday just passes you by at
my side instead
wondering will we see tomorrow
Will you see another day and survive
will our love withstand this and pull us through this sickness that has you in critical care instead
To be a special day multiplied by three would be an awesome gift I could keep for thee but not a gift I’d want to think of still except to accept have a final anniversary with you. However the fear is face to face and so home and near that this tale tell could very well come true. HOPES building not and that it’s just another mole hill instead but this is aboit the best I had to be said under such tremendous stress.
I love you.
Happy Birthday.
