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It’s about my sons birthday and reminding of what I will miss out |
| The time I should be exited for Now brings nothing but Painful reminders of What was and could’ve Beens. Instead of birthday cake And gifts to plan now just a empty Day that reminds me every year. There no sunshine and celebration Instead just tears and painful reminders It’s just became day I rather skip. It’s as if slap in face every year that I can’t Hide from. All those wonderful moments we Should’ve had will never happen |