Still a Birthday
You aren't here but I still say it.
I wrap up in your blankets
search for your scent
It isn't there but I still search for it.
I can't be in your house alone
It is still yours to me
The bed is comfortable but I still can't sleep.
I look longingly at macaroni
The taste is fine but I still can't eat it.
The house has changed on the inside
But from the outside I know you are there.
It's the month of our birthdays
today I celebrate yours
But this year there are no cards.
Seventeen years of childhood
Now I'm an adult you will never meet.
Even if they forget
I will still remember.
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Poet's Notes about The Poem
Comments about this poem (Still a Birthday by Hannah Church )
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