Something’s not right

I have a birthday

And you’re nowhere in sight

How can I celebrate

Without you here

To tell me a joke

And happy new year

So many of us

With birthdays this week

All thinking of you

With tears on our cheeks

Remembering your youth

When we celebrated together

There were Donnie and Doodie

Gram Joyce and Gramp Paul

Uncle Scott and me

Boy what a week!

But the saddest thing of all

That hits me right here

You missed your 17th birthday

The injustice is clear

So we think of you today

Uncle Scott and I

And we know you are with us

From Heaven on high

For you are the sunshine on our faces

You are the gentle breeze that blows

You are the cats playing chase

And you are in our hearts God knows

Love you, aunt Karen