I know she's looking down upon you and wish you only the best like all mothers do, and because of that, this poem is for you. (if you can call it a poem, because by all means, I'm not a poet. Forgiveness everyone).
It’s your birthday,
I don’t know what to say,
Should I send you a cake or
Wish you a good day.
We’re not friends neither enemies,
You’re not aware of the circumstances;
By chance in God’s house,
I saw you, but we didn’t meet.
My brain has no more to say,
If I’ll let it rule, it’ll be driven by pride,
Because you’ve hurt me, let’s admit,
But in reciprocity, you act like it was I who did.
Fate maybe harsh, brutal or scheming,
Shrewd, sly and cunning,
If destiny wills, let’s admit
It has its own course and do not forfeit.
If you can’t understand, at least respect;
My silence does mean we cannot connect,
There are more important matters, than childish concerns,
You have to remember I have someone to protect.
But for you my heart has so much to convey,
I feel your pain, your mother is away.
No matter how much love you’ll get;
No one can replace her, that’s my bet.
On this day, let’s forget;
The heartaches and pains each one begets,
It’s your birthday and I wish you more fun
That’s all I can do, for a girl who I wish will have fun under the sun.