We Stole Her Holidays
We stole
Her holidays away
With our births
My brother kept her
In the hospital
All of Fourth of July weekend
I came along
And made her forget
Her own birthday
Just four days after mine
She doesn’t even get
Mother’s Day
For herself
It falls too close
To my brother’s
Death date
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I love this poem.
Thanks so much!
I can relate to this:
My mother died on my birthday.
Needless to say,
I haven’t celebrated a birthday since.
I’m sorry you lost your mother and your birthday. It is easier for me to think of the day that my brother died as his birthday into the afterlife.