Whenever it comes to your birthday, <br />I remember you walking away, <br />No loving kiss goodbye, <br />Or an explanation why, <br />No turn of the head, <br />Or a single word said. <br /> <br />There are sixteen cards sitting in my drawer, <br />And this year they'll be one more, <br />I'll write out the card an cry, <br />Sealing it with a tear from my eye, <br />Each one is beautifully signed, <br />From the one you left behind, <br /> <br />Now seventeen cards read ' Mom I love you ' <br />For evey year of pain you put me through. <br />Happy birthday <br />Wherever you are.<br /><br />Donna Elouise James<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/happy-birthday-mom-10/
