This was a poem that I wrote shortly after the death of a loved one.
Every time I hear your name,
I think of you.
I remember your laugh, your cry,
Your smile that would light up a room,
Your voice saying “I love you”.
Every time I see your picture,
I think of when you were a child
And how it was the greatest thing that ever happened.
And when I used to read you stories,
The words painting a picture in your mind
And thought you could be anything
And I said “Yes you can. Anything you want too.”
Every time your birthday comes,
We put up balloons and streamers,
In green and blue
Even though we know
You are not here anymore.
And that is what breaks my heart
Knowing that I will never hear that laugh and that cry
Or ever see that smile again.
Because that is what made the grass greener
And the sun shine brighter.
But all I have are memories.
And my life has become a truthful lie.
And even worse is the fact
That you will never get older.
Birthday after birthday will come
And you will never be the age past
The day that you said