10/13/forever
{mosimage}57 years
of which I saw 21.
I'll celebrate your day
even though your life is done.
The 57th was your last:
the apex of your age.
But I chose a selfish act
as a result of all my rage.
I wish I could go back
to your day and atone
for the madness that ensued
of which I saw 21.
I'll celebrate your day
even though your life is done.
The 57th was your last:
the apex of your age.
But I chose a selfish act
as a result of all my rage.
I wish I could go back
to your day and atone
for the madness that ensued
when I left you all alone.
If only I had known
this birthday was your last,
I would have been a son,
not a coward in the past.
But what was I to do
when there was more than I could handle?
I tried to end it all
when I extinguished your candle.
'Twas my lowest moment
that night in '07.
I hope these words reach
your resting soul in Heaven.
I want them to say
that eternally I miss you,
and how I wish I could
see you, hug you, and kiss you.
You were an all-in-one mom;
you were all I ever needed.
Come Hell or high water
never once were you impeded
from always being there:
a true master of your craft.
You kept me from going under
like a life-saving raft.
I never went without,
though oftentimes you did.
I hope I'm half the parent
you were when I have kids.
At times I'd feel down,
depressed, or very sad,
but today I'm rejoicing
the 21 years I had
with you in my life.
You loved me like no other.
To put it quite simply,
you were the perfect mother.
You were my best friend
to whom I could always turn.
You taught me so much,
some of which was hard to learn
like never being selfish
but rather staying humble,
to continue moving forward
even if I wanted to crumble
as a result of all the struggles,
the hurdles one must overcome.
You taught me to be triumphant.
Never once did you succumb
to insurmountable odds
from the cards you had to play.
You were the strongest person I knew.
I hope to follow suit one day
and become the very best,
change lives and touch souls,
to mend broken hearts,
and fill any voids or holes.
This just scratches the surface
as to the person you really were.
I hope to one day get married
and show what I've learned to her
and be the best man
that you raised me to be.
Even though you may be gone,
your spirit lives within me.
And I hope to have children
to whom I'm able to pass
the invaluable lessons
from you that I have amassed.
But until that time comes,
I'll continue to aspire
to become the very best
and have your lessons transpire.
Today I choose to honor
the spirit that was so distinct,
but in order to do so
my words cannot be succinct.
To cut down my words
would give you no just due;
I have far more to say
than happy birthday to you.
I want to say I'm sorry
for what happened two years ago,
and that you were the best mother
that a son could ever know.
I speak not only for myself,
but I also speak for Trevor.
We will exult in your day!
10/13/forever.
Written by Maximillian Anthony Lahoud
in memory of his mother, Marya Elizabeth Lahoud 10/13/50 to 12/19/07
If only I had known
this birthday was your last,
I would have been a son,
not a coward in the past.
But what was I to do
when there was more than I could handle?
I tried to end it all
when I extinguished your candle.
'Twas my lowest moment
that night in '07.
I hope these words reach
your resting soul in Heaven.
I want them to say
that eternally I miss you,
and how I wish I could
see you, hug you, and kiss you.
You were an all-in-one mom;
you were all I ever needed.
Come Hell or high water
never once were you impeded
from always being there:
a true master of your craft.
You kept me from going under
like a life-saving raft.
I never went without,
though oftentimes you did.
I hope I'm half the parent
you were when I have kids.
At times I'd feel down,
depressed, or very sad,
but today I'm rejoicing
the 21 years I had
with you in my life.
You loved me like no other.
To put it quite simply,
you were the perfect mother.
You were my best friend
to whom I could always turn.
You taught me so much,
some of which was hard to learn
like never being selfish
but rather staying humble,
to continue moving forward
even if I wanted to crumble
as a result of all the struggles,
the hurdles one must overcome.
You taught me to be triumphant.
Never once did you succumb
to insurmountable odds
from the cards you had to play.
You were the strongest person I knew.
I hope to follow suit one day
and become the very best,
change lives and touch souls,
to mend broken hearts,
and fill any voids or holes.
This just scratches the surface
as to the person you really were.
I hope to one day get married
and show what I've learned to her
and be the best man
that you raised me to be.
Even though you may be gone,
your spirit lives within me.
And I hope to have children
to whom I'm able to pass
the invaluable lessons
from you that I have amassed.
But until that time comes,
I'll continue to aspire
to become the very best
and have your lessons transpire.
Today I choose to honor
the spirit that was so distinct,
but in order to do so
my words cannot be succinct.
To cut down my words
would give you no just due;
I have far more to say
than happy birthday to you.
I want to say I'm sorry
for what happened two years ago,
and that you were the best mother
that a son could ever know.
I speak not only for myself,
but I also speak for Trevor.
We will exult in your day!
10/13/forever.
Written by Maximillian Anthony Lahoud
in memory of his mother, Marya Elizabeth Lahoud 10/13/50 to 12/19/07