Not Forgotten Birthdays
Flames, filled with hopes and dreams flicker.
Materials cannot clothe the heart.
A single wish entrusted to tradition
releases a prayer of happiness with a breath,
dousing the candles, as I remember your birthday.
In memory of Kelsey who would have been 14 this month.
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