No banners,
no presents,
no special song.
All we can do is reminisce
how it used to be,
put the memories in our heart
and throw away the key.
A candle will be lit,
sadly not on specially baked cake.
Cause taking the trip up to Heaven
is something I can’t make.
The only thing I can do,
is write a little note
and send it up to heaven:
‘Dear Paul, Happy Birthday,
know I love you
but still miss you in every way’.
I’ll attach the note to
a white balloon
addressed to my Blue Eyed Angel
who left this earth too soon.
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