Treasure Island

Shannon Middleton

(Southbridge, Massachusetts)

Happy Birthday


It's July 22,2001, my little one
It feels like a lifetimes come + gone
I'm in the hospital this very day
The smells and the sounds it's as if it were yesterday
10 years ago you came and went
God gave me a gift, Oh heaven sent
You were to be a gift - from above
So tiny you were, perfect and full of love
It hurts to know you'd be 10 years old
Not having you with me or even just to hold
What would you look like today?
If I say you what would I say?
I Love and Miss you and Happy Birthday

Submitted: Monday, December 10, 2007
Edited: Friday, April 29, 2011
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