My Grief

I swallowed my grief
And it has sat
Undigested within me
Turning my stomach sour
And I wish these words
Would spew forth
From within me
Allowing me the catharsis
I need

But they sit
And they sour
They turn acid in my mouth
I sit and stare at paper
Like dry wretching
Over the toilet bowl
But they never come forth
And free me

Happy Birthday

Happy Birthday
But you didn't quite make it
7th July 1978 you came
7th February 2007 you left
Today was the 29th birthday
That you didn't see
We sat, the power gone
Around candles
Just being a family
You leaving
Has made us realise
How fragile time can be
Happy Birthday