Teardrops

Water drops from my eye and blots at the ink

I stare through my tears and don’t overthink

It’s your day again, the day you were born

June twenty eighth and I can’t help but morn

I know that your near, I believe that always

It’s just harder for me, as it’s your special day

Happy Birthday mum, I really love you

I know you are dancing with legs you can use

The oxygen gone, no longer required

You can float through the air without being tired

The tears are of sadness because of your pain

But also of joy because we’ll meet again.

In response to The Daily Prompt – Water