When you died I was devastated and didn't know what to do.
If you hadn't died, today you would've turned seventy-two,
The love that I felt for you was special and it knew no bounds.
My heart was broken when you were lowered into the ground.
If you could hear the words I'm saying, I'd want you to hear me say "I love you".
When you died, my days were filled with unhappiness because I was so blue.
I grew inside your womb until I was born in August of 1971.
You were spectacular and it was a privilege to be your son.
I suffered when you died and it's something I wish others wouldn't have to go through.
Happy birthday Mom, if you hadn't died, today you would've turned seventy-two.
[Dedicated to Agnes Greene-Johnson (1948-2013) who passed away on March 6, 2013]
