Does it have to be heavy today?
Can I not carry
every memory,
every almost,
every ache—
just for today?

i found silenced grief in my father's wristwatch
does he reminisce the golden days like i do?
once in a while, i look at my father's face
and notice the wrinkles —
do they come from worry,
or are they the scars of his sins?

sometimes, i walk down memory lane,
re-reading letters that are so dear to me
today, i found “happy birthday”
written on three sticky notes
in different styles —
i couldn't recognise my father's handwriting

the notes didn’t make me happy
they were reminders —
reminders that he missed
my last few birthdays
that he’ll never know my favourite colour
or why
i plan my own funeral so often

the notes still sit
untouched in my tiny box-
like him,
they say "happy birthday"
but never stay long enough to mean it

maybe love was quieter in his hands
and maybe that's what i'll ever get-
not presence,
not warmth,
just time,
and a man i call my father
who never stayed long enough

On your birthday you

pretend that everyone is --


doing the right thing.

it’s your birthday.
once, I swore I’d never forget —
yet, it just appeared on my feed,
when it used to linger
quietly in my head.

you have a family, children, a wife.
time ran off, and left no trace —
am I allowed to wonder at your life?

those strolls under the moonlight,
the midnight dates –
it’s now her looking at the sky
as the stars cascade.

your memory rests where it used to burn —
quiet, soft, asking no return.

my birthday falls on father’s day...
how poetic

for a man
who gave me life
but never showed me how to live it

and when he came back
he still wasn't really there

he doesn't like who i am
as if love should come with conditions

i learned how to raise myself
from the ruins they left behind

funny...
how father’s day reminds me more
of what i survived than what i celebrate

Colourful birthday!

Those who don't know don't know you --


Unfortunately!

The weekend's here with gentle light,
A time of peace, a heart made bright.
And as the hours softly sway,
I know your joy is on the way.

The morning breeze begins to sing,
A quiet hint of what life brings.
And in that breeze, I feel the sound
Of birthday blessings gathering 'round.

The sky is calm, the day feels sweet,
The world itself feels more complete.
Why? Because the time draws near,
When we’ll all shout and praise and cheer.

Just hours now, and candles shall glow,
With laughter warm and faces to show.
A weekend wrapped in celebration,
In holy joy and admiration.

My mummy, so dear,
Your birthday spirit's almost here..
And I can feel the heavens lean,
To crown you like a birthday queen.

This weekend blooms because of you,
A soul so kind, so strong, so true.
The stars themselves might blink and gleam,
Just to be part of your dream.

I see the joy before it lands,
Like flowers blooming in God’s hands.
A time of thanks, of sweet reflection
And endless love in your direction.

Though clocks still tick and moments wait,
My heart has passed through birthday’s gate.
Already singing, wide awake,
For all the joy your life will make.

The weekend comes just in time,
For a soul anointed, touched, so divine.
And as your birthday draws so close,
Know that you're loved the very most..