I try to celebrate your birthday.
It’s a matter of balance, a connection
Like the glass pendant—a confection of your ashes
That shattered into 3 pieces—
Symbolic of the hearts you broke.
But one can’t capture a free spirit
In glass.
I’ll light candles
And watch the greening of our world
As the band plays on
Without your laugh
Your blue eyes
Your devastating smile
Your sharp wit
And your hearty embrace.
We’ll never get over it.
But glory be for
The month of Maying
The years we had together, and
The family and friends that make life bearable.
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