Today is the anniversary of my birth, I am the baby, four souls chose not to stay.
My dad is an ancestor now, his ashes next to me right now, never remembered my born day, hurt like all hell but fuck it now.
My mother is close to the other side, had forgotten, did that lack of remembering past to her after he left?
We fight a lot now, like we did when I was a teen but I am the one questioning, I am the parent, checking temperatures, making tea and intruding on her space asking how was your day, pleading for conversation a glimpse of the soul inside
Trying to coax that spirit, that voice, that light in the eyes to stay bright
It's not working and I am angry and hurt and sad.
I wanted today to be a big deal, the special day we share, the birthday of her baby...
