So bittersweet, this day to me
Each year it lies in wait
The pain so strong, the memories: glee
I’m struck by love and hate
The loss of those we hold most dear
Turns to tragedy, life’s play
And while you feel the hurt all year
We all have that one day
A time when all emotions rise
Consuming every thought
We try, in vain, to don disguise
Our mind, so overwrought
For her I write this, through endless tear
I’d give anything on Earth
To spend, with her, just one last year
This day: my mother’s birth
How the World Should Work 