She is 82, Mark the date No family left to celebrate, Just a son who seldom calls "2 years he hasn't remembered at all" "It doesn't matter, his job is hard", Sometime this month she'll get a card, signed with love and sealed with a kiss It reminds her she's old, and of the day he missed
This is one of my dearest friends. Not all children are blessings, not all birthdays are happy