Happy Birthday

Today would have been my love's 55th birthday.

For me it began in a big bed-all alone.

It continued with tears running down my cheek as I drove to work.

When I returned home, I visited his grave and smiled as I had such

wonderful memories of birthdays past.

Then I walked in the house that John built and was greeted

with a wonderful aroma. My daughters were cooking

John's favorite meal. Venison backstrap and gravy.

We sat at the table-gave thanks to the Lord for our meal-

and wished a happy birthday to a man who was so large in our life.

We miss him, all of us.

Memories are powerful and can sooth the soul.

So as I climb back in that empty bed

I will fall asleep with my memories.