As I approach His table this coming weekend
there will be candles lit
and I will smile and think of your birthday,
but there will be no cake
or wrapped packages
for you are on the other side now.
You have my love
and I have yours
but you have one thing more.
You live with Him
in the special place He prepared just for you.
I asked Him to give you a birthday hug
By Martha L Shaw – © 2016
My late Mom, like my Nana before her, spent time in her declining years peeking out the windows and making up little stories of what might be going on in the neighborhood, who’s cat wandered by, who had the holiday lights lit . . . they are on the other side of the veil, but I know they’re peeking!