In loving memory of my son, Glen Cobbett, on his 41st birthday - constantly in my heart.

I took pen and paper into hand to tell you how I feel,

How much I love and miss you and how I will never heal.

From the awful pain and grief that is always in my heart,

Because you left too early and it tore my life apart.

But how does a mother put words upon a page

That reflects her true emotions, her anguish and her rage.

The only way that she can live the remainder of her time,

Is to try to capture the memories that float across her mind.

So as I sit and ponder things that happened in our past,

I try to ease my aching heart with good memories that last.

But I find my mind goes wandering along the span of years,

And the grief comes back to haunt me in a waterfall of tears.

Because this your birthday month, I wanted to say things right

I wanted to say “Happy Birthday” even though you are out of sight.

I hope you know how much I wish that you were here with me,

So we could hold each other close, the way it used to be.

But I know and I trust that you are in more loving arms than mine,

And that everyday in heaven is like a birthday celebration divine.

So until we meet again where joys will never cease,

I will try to remember our good times and that will give me peace.