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Pressed between the pages, filled with love across the ages

Sweeter words expressing your grace were not written by

The thoughts of the joy, the twinkle in your eye caught this

I meant every single word babe, loving you I would never toy

But I sit again and add more to the realms of poems instead

Another year passes by alone, I sit and I stare at that

The love we share touches me more than anything I’ve ever

In my head I commit acts of violence, I curse the world in

Then I calm myself, hearing my grandma and smelling her

Dasn’t get so upset kid, end up like your pa, talk silly and

Close your eyes and say a prayer that it gets better, so I

But it’s the mere thought, it guides me to the place that I

And I finally chill, actually chuckle at the resolve that it

Mother chimes in about care, I hear her daily even though

Promises made are meant to be kept she said as she twirled my hair

Those eyes were not lying, follow through boy, you have to

No battle was ever won by sitting there yelling and crying

So I just figured I would say, I give my right arm to find a

To look you in the eyes,

kiss you and wish you a Happy Birthday

But if it doesn’t come to fruition, I will do my best not to

Only to picture the joy we will share when we finally

I love you Christina Rose!

Tim Windisch

01 24 2025