My Birthday

Since I was four, my birthday has been in ruins

Both figuratively and literally, but you've birthed my new ones

So that I may once again smile and bask in the joy

Of my birth anniversary, my sweet UAB boy.

This is the first birthday in which I have not cried

Tears of hurt and heartache over the 3,000+ who died.

You've taken that pain and put it away

Away from us and where we stay.

You have no idea just how grateful I am

To have someone like you, John, to be my man.


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