I am sitting here on your birthday wishing I could call you and tell wish you happiness on your special day. We love you and miss you very much. Happy Birthday! You are the prettiest angel in the garden Our dearest Mom: This song says alot Every generation Blames the one before And all of their frustrations Come beating on your door I know that I’m a prisoner To all my mother held so dear I know that I’m a hostage To all her hopes and fears I just wish I could have told her in the living years Crumpled bits of paper Filled with imperfect thought Stilted conversations I’m afraid that’s all we’ve got You say you just don’t see it She says it’s perfect sense You just can’t get agreement In this present tense We all talk a different language Talking in deference Say it loud, say it clear You can listen as well as you hear It’s too late when we die To admit we don’t see eye to eye So we open up a quarrel Between the present and the past We only sacrifice the future It’s the bitterness that lasts So don’t yield to the fortunes You sometimes see as fate It may have a new perspective On a different day And if you don’t give up, and don’t give in You may just be o.k. Say it loud, say it clear You can listen as well as you hear It’s too late when we die To admit we don’t see eye to eye I wasn’t there that evening When my mother passed away I didn’t get to tell her All the things I had to say I think I caught her spirit Later that same year I’m sure I heard her echo In my baby’s new born tears I just wish I could have told her in the living years Say it loud, say it clear You can listen as well as you hear It’s too late when we die To admit we don’t see eye to eye With all of our love, Hilarie, Allyson, Jessica, Anthony, Mike, Frank, Rebekkah, Stacey, Ashley, and AJ