Hallo Billy buuz. Happy birthday, baby boy. Not sure if it's a right thing to say. Today was a quiet day. Your Daddy took a day off from work and we stayed at home mostly. Mummy was trying to spend the day without tears saying to herself that today was about your birth. But it's not easy ... the emptiness is overwhelming and very emotional ... missing you.
Tears heading south
Till wets mouth
Funeral music
Floats in grief
Candle burns
Crackles with rain
Gravestone cries
Silently.
Good night, baby boy. Love you loads. XXXX
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