Sad Birthday Poems

January's child of mine,
sweet miracle of God's design.

Oh, how I can recall the night.
Snow was drifting soft and white.

Then as if a dream came true,
my life was graced with loving you,
my January boy in blue.

Perfect, unique, one of a kind,
masterpiece of the Divine,
January's child of mine.

Into a man from child you grew,
strong and loyal, tried and true.

So special you are; God only knew.
Heaven needed an angel; that angel was you.

January's child of mine,
your life, so precious, God's design.

To Heaven I'm sending my love and a kiss,
I'm lighting a candle and making a wish
that I'll be joined in God's good time
to January's child of mine.

I remember the first day we met.
You were all smiles, always happy.
This I must say is the saddest birthday yet
Because I still haven't learned to forget.

Here I am, sitting all alone,
Not knowing what to do or what to say,
Calling every day, hoping you'll pick your phone
Because I can't believe you left this way.

You were a damsel, an angel, a shining light,
A sun at noon and a star at night,
A mirror of beauty, a golden ray,
And again, here comes your birthday.

Here is to wishing you a happy birthday, dear.
I wish and hope that you will hear
My heart is aching from trying to comprehend
How a being so sweet can have a tragic end.

I hope at least you'll get a birthday card.
Knowing you're gone still makes me sad.
Again, happy birthday to a darling friend.
I'll love you forever till the world's end.

I'll really like a sign from God
So that I'll know you can see this word for word,
So please consider this my special way
Of wishing you a happy, happy birthday.

Your birthday is here again,
but in heaven you will be.
We will celebrate your special day
visiting you and your memorial tree.

You are now another year older;
this will never show on your face.
In heaven you are a child forever
as this is your magical place.

We call out your precious name
and send balloons up to the sky.
We watch them fade into the clouds.
The wind has sent them up high.

We hope you have a party up there
with the balloons we sent to you.
Presents to open from the angels
and a cake with some candles too!

We will sing you Happy Birthday,
but we try not to shed a tear
as this should be a happy day
we will celebrate each year.

No presents bought, no candles blown; this year you walk on streets of gold,
And it's so much more than the stories you've been told.

The sun is shining on your face,
and you're standing in all of God's good grace.

There were people there to meet you at that pearly gate.
Promise for me there too you will wait.

The angels no longer sing from up above;
but hand in hand together, you sing about God's love.

No more pain, no more strife,
but the gift of eternal life.

The sufferings of this world are left behind.
You made your mark; your life was not left undefined.

You told people of your Savior's love and how he died for you and me
so we could spend our time praising him for all eternity.

Someday we'll meet again,
for time is just a vapor in the wind.

But until that day comes, I will miss you every day.
I just wanted to wish you a happy heavenly birthday.

I lost you all those years ago,
But memories don't fade; they grow.
Your special day will always be
One that means so much to me.

A special wish to show I care,
A card, a gift, and time to share.
That special day that marked your birth,
Also the day you left this Earth.

I celebrate on that day still.
I always have and always will.
I know that you are always there,
For now I speak with you in prayer.

The very first month
Of each passing year
Brings up your birthday
Even though you're not here.

There are years that I smile
Seeing memories of you,
But sometimes it's hard
The whole day through.

I don't buy you gifts
Or ice cream and cake.
I don't send invites;
There are no guests to thank.

Just as you liked it
When you were with us.
Not much on attention
Or making a fuss.

You'd give others presents
Instead of you.
God understood that
And knew what to do.

He put you together
With a kind heart.
He made you perfect
Right from the start.

You became the present
'Cause he knew how'd you'd be.
Even on YOUR birthday
You'd give the gifts to me.

Yet, it still seems ironic
That on the day of your birth
I got the best gift
With the most worth.

So on January second
Of every year,
I'm down on my knees
And fighting the tears.

I thank God for my gift
Of choosing you as my Dad.
You were the best father
I could have had.