Fragile and weak
We have built up our pride
Like bricks on a ball
It grows so high
Yet it is so quick to fall
For years we have struggled
To piece things together
To build strong foundations
And a skin made of leather
Until one tiny fleck
Comes and lands in our eye
We are left on our knees
We are left asking why
"Birthday Aug. 1st. I was wondering as time goes...
how many people remember you
and think of you? I think about you
every day your laught your smile and now
the pain is left
We wish you a happy Birthday
love you... Mom"
Fragile and weak, dependent, destroyed
Breakable girls and breakable boys
Left to gather up all that has shattered
Left to wonder if it all really matters
"The big sun balloon we bought you
from Safeway for your grave
got loose the balloon
proceeded its journey to the moon... how surreal
that when you were little you wanted to catch the moon...
and we had your favourite... carrot cake!!
and sang happy birthday at your grave
after that we had a big cry."
Miss you
Love you... Mom