Today is my birthday, and I’m turning four.
This year is my wish for a knock at the door.
Mom say’s he’s not coming but I’m not so sure.
Today at my party I know he will be,
and when he gets here I’ll have him sit next to me.
I carry a picture with me every day of my daddy and me on my hospital day,
I was wrapped in a blanket and tucked in his arms.
And now I sit here with tears in my eyes,
Mom keeps telling me to try and have fun,
but I cant figure out just what I have done.
My party’s almost over all my presents unwrapped and I can’t help but wonder
just where is he at.
Happy Birthday’s to me is all I hear,
and I’m crying right now because my daddy’s not here.
It’s really late now and everyone’s gone,
mom’s helping me put my P.J’s on,
I finish my prayers and I hop into bed,
mom covers me up and kisses my head.
My wish didn’t come true I sobbed as I said,
please don’t forget to leave my picture by the side of my bed.

Your Birthday is here,
Bringing joy and pleasures new,
On this special day, Mother dear,
I want to remember you.
I cannot give you costly gifts,
And I’ve told you this before,
No matter what I give to you,
You give back much, much more.
I’m giving you a pure, sweet rose,
Gathered in the early morn,
This rose you planted in my heart,
The day that I was born.
In kindly, loving thoughts of you,
And with the faith you still impart,
The rose I give to you today,
Is the love that’s in my heart.

This poem was written/submitted by Vicky.