My Birthday Wish
It has been exactly 9 years since I have celebrated my birthday. Actually, it has been that long since I have celebrated any holiday. I smile in remembrance of past days when life couldn’t be better as anticipation would excite me at least a week or so before the actual day. Darold, my husband would always surprise me with the unexpected. He was always good at things like that which made my love grow even deeper every year. I loved him and he knew this as his love for me clearly showed in his eyes. That’s how life was……content with the world spinning just enough for me to catch my breath. My Mother didn’t have much to give and I knew this. Yet, every year she would lovingly hand me a heartfelt card which I knew she had spent hours and some times days searching and reading, determined to find those perfect words. And she always did. I treasured every card she so proudly gave and kept them in a box. Now every year, this time I read each and every one remembering her smile and sometimes I even think I can smell her.
I so regret taking life for granted never realizing it all was just a borrowed gift. It seems so long ago since the days of innocence only leaving me with a memory for I no longer celebrate the day of my birth and no longer does anyone care. The stars have shifted as I knew they would and the sun hides daily as foretold. Bittersweet promises hold no truth shifting winds which led me here as seasons change with time. My wish this year is not for the past as hopes always die in a dream. Instead I close my eyes and imagine myself far away from the madness which now engulfs me and wish for peace, love and even friendship just for today.
Oh well, maybe next year.
I so regret taking life for granted never realizing it all was just a borrowed gift. It seems so long ago since the days of innocence only leaving me with a memory for I no longer celebrate the day of my birth and no longer does anyone care. The stars have shifted as I knew they would and the sun hides daily as foretold. Bittersweet promises hold no truth shifting winds which led me here as seasons change with time. My wish this year is not for the past as hopes always die in a dream. Instead I close my eyes and imagine myself far away from the madness which now engulfs me and wish for peace, love and even friendship just for today.
Oh well, maybe next year.
Happy Birthday to Me
Adding your comment:
it would be much easier to read if it was: "Bittersweet promises hold no truth {among} shifting winds, which led me here as seasons change with time."
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