It should be your birthday,
little one now gone.
I should be baking you a smash cake,
we should be singing you a song.
I should be hollering at your sisters
to leave your presents be.
Pretty typical for siblings
who are 6 and 3.
There should be balloons
to play with and pop.
Some type of summer party,
some sort of mess to mop.
A cute birthday dress,
sweet baby hair.
Spoiling galore
without any care.
But should be's are wishes
that dance on by.
Pieces of my heart
that misses you while you fly.
I know it is senseless.
I know I'm off base.
I know its not real.
Maybe I'm a basket case.
But I should be doing laundry,
yet I'm reading Dr Seuss instead.
I should be out gardening,
yet I lay in my bed.
So I'll go on with my day
(crying tears though I try not to look blue)
Sweet angel:
Happy It Should Be Your Birthday to You!
