I wish I could have met her,
But that wasn't meant to be,
She passed on a year before,
You had ever even met me.
Your sister says she'd have loved me,
With as much as I love you,
And to be completely honest,
I certainly hope that's true.
I wish she'd be at our wedding,
To cry with pride for her son,
To ask how many kids we'll have,
Though the answer will always be "None."
I wish that we could visit her,
whatever time we want,
To have conversations and laughs,
On the porch swing out front.
I promise we'll go back someday,
To lay flowers on her stone,
I'll try to wipe the tears away,
To which you might be prone.
I wish we could have met,
So I, too, could hug and love her,
Happy Birthday in Heaven to,
The lady you call "Mother".