The Anniversary
by Elizabeth Dent, TCF, McMinnville, OR

Let me be sad today,
Give me this day to mourn.
It's the date my little son died,
And also the date he was born.

Let me think back to his birth
The fear of viewing him, dead.
Memories of holding him close,
And cradling his little head.

Allow me to visit his grave,
To let a few balloons go,
To place flowers lovingly,
And trim the grass that does grow.

Allow me tears to cry,
Love fills my heart to the brim
Spilling it on those close by,
While always longing for him.