Birthdays now are a funny old thing, A day of celebration and sadness all heaped together. Of course we remember the greatness you were, Whilst knowing painfully we’ll miss you forever. Birthday memories include your delight at a 5am start, A party or trip with your friends. Muktitasking cards, gifts, visits and cake, Metaphorically burning the candle both ends! But of course time moves on, You’d be a teen at thirteen! Super cool and know your own mind. So perhaps we’d see a change this year, From chaos to a little more serene? I’m guessing of course - it’s impossible to know. It’s a hunch how you’d have felt and shined. Memories fuse with speculation and become a big blur. But your spirit lives on in my mind. So whilst I fondly remember your very special day, And the magnificence of all that was “You”. I mourn so greatly that you never grew up, To be the wonderful teen who we wish we still knew. ❤️