The candles are lit.
but no song will be sung.
No laughter, no glee, of my little one
who would have been three.
If you only knew the plans that would be
made by your dad and me.
The cake to be baked…
The presents wrapped
and all the funny party hats.
The pictures taken by your dad,
As loving friends fill the house.
All of this is not meant to be,
since you were taken away from me.
No birthday cake…
No presents unwrapped…
No pictures of you in your party hat.
But the candles are lit,
Never to go out.
For they burn forever in my heart.
Love, Mom - 1982