Standing at the pantry
As another year flies by
I take out the same candles
I blew out this time last July

To celebrate your birthday
Another one you've missed
Maybe celebrate is to strong a word
When the death of you brought it all to this

I always bake your favorite cake
Store bought just won't do
You always said you liked the icing best
So I add an extra spoonful or two

The same number of candles from last year
As your years are put on hold
One thing about you not being here
Is you never do grow old

When the party's over
Candles burned a little further than before
I take them off with a lump in my throat
And close back the pantry door