Fifty-six years ago today,
I got to have my first say,
Born too early to remember,
Supposed to be born in December.
They say that time heals all wounds,
I sit and wonder, will that be soon?
Only My Father’s the One who knows,
And so on and on, the number grows.
Year after year, I continue to yearn,
Year after year, I continue to learn.
She wasn’t supposed to treat me that way,
The pain I feel, I feel every day.
And so, Happy Birthday for today and more,
Tomorrow I know not what’s in store,
A mood that changes all through the year,
I’m going to be like her I fear.
But God is also having His say,
Today, on this, my special day,
He sends me all that He has, of love,
While looking down at me from above.