The Fourth Of November Poem by Audrey Heller

The fourth of November, is a date, I
shall always remember. A sentimental
time of the year, that's the day of your
birthday, but you're no longer here. There
wasn't a time I didn't come by, as I was
the apple of your eye. We'd celebrate
your special day. How I wish we could do
it over again, but of course there is no way.
If there's a chance you can hear me, I'd
like you to know, everything is okay. And
with all my heart, I'm wishing you, a very
happy birthday!