Saturday
The day she died
Saturday will always be the day she died
Saturday is the day that always comes too soon
I no longer look forward to the weekend
I am thinking of making a new weekend
Just for us
So we do not have to face another Saturday
But Saturday is Saturday
And they are coming thick and fast
11 Saturdays ago she died
Such a long time ago
Yet no time at all
So many Saturdays
Keeping busy
Never daring to stop
And think
And feel
And cry
Not until we are just adults
Until our beautiful children are sleeping
And safe in the land of their dreams
Then we can admit to one another
How horrific each Saturday is
How Saturday is
Ever ruined
For all time
For us
But in the sunshine hours
Through the time of daylight
We have our terrible twosome
Our troublesome tots
Our cheeky little monkeys
Our adorable toddler twins
And for them we make Saturday a good day
A busy day
We pack it full of food and fun
And celebration
And bubbles
For our tiny Baby Tiger in the sky
Saturday rests raw in my heart
But I will not let it pass without making my toddlers smile
And I know
That each week of 11 weeks
And each week ever after
Matilda will be smiling too
From her bouncy cloud
Or rainbow slide
She will be smiling too
We love you Baby Tilda
We miss you and remember you
In everything we do
In everything we learn and see
We do it for ourselves
But we do it all for you
You are our inspiration
To make the most of our days
Even the days that are Saturdays
What else is there to do?
Through our living
We honour you
We love you Tilda Mae
In everything we do
Every smile
They are all for you x
