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Pressed between the pages, filled with love across the ages
Sweeter words expressing your grace were not written by
sages
The thoughts of the joy, the twinkle in your eye caught this
boy
I meant every single word babe, loving you I would never toy
And I’ve been banging my head, nights with no you I’d sooner be dead
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
goddamn phone
The love we share touches me more than anything I’ve ever
known
In my head I commit acts of violence, I curse the world in
silence
Then I calm myself, hearing my grandma and smelling her
violets
Dasn’t get so upset kid, end up like your pa, talk silly and
blow your lid
Close your eyes and say a prayer that it gets better, so I
did
But it’s the mere thought, it guides me to the place that I
sought
And I finally chill, actually chuckle at the resolve that it
brought
Mother chimes in about care, I hear her daily even though
she’s not there
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
keep trying
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
way
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
bemoan our position
Only to picture the joy we will share when we finally
improve our condition
I love you Christina Rose!
Tim Windisch
01 24 2025
