(24 years to the day my mother was killed, an ode would be innacurate as it’s more a simple list of facts)
Happy Birthday of your death.
Happy day, you still can’t take a breath.
Happy twenty four years today you went away.
Happy tomorrow it will just add another day.
Happy life you didn’t have.
Happy knife as you he stabbed.
Happy duvet at which you grabbed.
Happy you never saw me become a dad.
Happy the greatest thing that ever happend to me you missed.
Happy you never saw us together my brother and sisters.
Happy I’ve walked with you for so far I no longer feel the blisters.
Happy marriage you did not witness.
Happy even in absence I can’t sense your kiss.
Happy that prayer leaves nothing but emptiness.
Happy that hypnosis and meditation make me stronger.
Happy I don’t miss you any longer.
© G.P Williamson 2017