On Sunday night,
I realized the next day
would have been
my mom’s 65th birthday.
So I took a moment to write the poem seen above, because I find it helps to take the kind of feelings such an occasion arises and use them to do something creative. Still, it remained a sad day. Yet, as the poem makes clear, it was a sad day in the middle of what is proving to be the happiest time of my life and the knowledge of this made the whole day very bittersweet.
Do you have days like this? Specific dates the inexorably arrive every year to remind you of something you lost? How do you deal with them? Do you have poems of your own to share?
I can’t even remember my own birthday. On two occasions in the last ten years, I had to be reminded.