Happy Birthday in Heaven, my Love.❤️
The candles are lit, but the room remains still,
In the quiet of heaven, beyond the far hill.
I whisper your name to the stars overhead,
To your birthday, in a soft, golden thread.
Forty-seven years—a lifetime of grace,
The safety I found in the lines of your face.
You held me through seasons, you held me through storms,
Refuge wrapped tight in your beckoning arms.
You loved without judgment, you saw who I was,
You anchored my spirit without any pause.
You never looked backward, you never felt shame,
You whispered my worth when the shadows once came.
You loved me more deeply than life could demand,
With the gentle, firm touch of your guiding hand.
I am who I am for the way that you cared,
For the beautiful, infinite life that we shared.
Today, there’s an ache that no words can define,
A longing to reach for that hand that was mine.
I miss you, my love, in a way that burns bright,
Like a beacon that fades from the edge of the night.
So blow out the candles, wherever you are,
My love, my life’s heartbeat, my shimmering star.
You’re held in my memories, kept in my breath,
A love that is stronger than time, or than death.