Another Birthday

I do think of you.

When I untie my hair and it falls loosely over my shoulders.

When I laugh,  and I hear your laughter resound.

When I wake,  and I look in the mirror. I see your eyes looking back.

I think of you, even when I try not to.

When I love, I love intensely. For it is your love I’m trying to fulfill.

Loving someone else will never be complete. Complete, as loving you.

And when I fear, I remember your words.

When I doubt, who I am and who I will be

I take strength from you, and try to be what I think you would want me to be.

As I grow older, it is one more year

Without you here.

And today, you would have grown older.

I would have watched your hair grey, and your smiling eyes form wrinkles.
I would hold your hands soften with age,
And your eyes wiser with experience.

We’d laugh about the last eleven years that I didn’t have with you.

For we would have never known, there could be a life, a moment. Like this.

This. Where I miss you.

And this. Where I wish you.

Somewhere in the heavens, or somewhere on this earth.

A very Happy Birthday Mummy.

I will always be your little girl.