5 years have flown by, you are now just a ghost,
but it feels like just yesterday I was in the scullery eating poached eggs on toast.
There are so many things I wish you were here to see,
to watch me grow and change into who I’m supposed to be.
I hope heaven is real, and that you’re really up there,
watching over us all, saying a little prayer.
I remember your fluffy white hair, and you teaching me to read,
playing shops and monopoly, they’re good memories indeed.
My heart is still healing, you could never be replaced,
I need your guidance, to help with the challenges I face.
I normally write fluently and with great ease,
but this is taking some time because of what it means.
No words could describe your spirit in the justice it deserves,
But I can try to convey the memories that my heart closely conserves.
You inspired me to live my dreams and never stop achieving,
I’m nearly finished my degree, because you taught me to keep believing.
I wish you were going to be there at my graduation day,
I’ll be thinking of you and will always wonder what you would say.
I hope you are proud of the person I am starting to become,
unfortunately everyone thinks I look like mum…
But in all seriousness, I really want to thank you,
because you were such an influential woman who I still look up to.
On the 23rd of April, I always buy a rose,
I place it in the garden, and watch as its life slows.
It serves as a reminder, that the living will always depart,
but your memory will live on forever, always in my heart.
Happy Birthday x