On Sunday, your birthday, I stood upon the beach
And looking out into the vast ocean I felt you preach
Telling me off, in your way for having another hangover
Finding myself 15 miles south of Andover
But you know me mum; I have friends spread all over
And now I have my car, it's easy to meet each other
And no! I didn't drive down, I don't drink drive
I smiled as I felt you by my side
It was your birthday, the 9th November
A date I swear to you, I will always remember
No matter the reason for me being by the sea
I wrote you a sign in the sand for you to see
‘Happy Birthday Mum' I wrote with a shell
And I knew you could see it, this I could tell
I felt calm, felt healed, felt you guide my hand
As I wrote you a birthday wish in the sand
So much has happened since your birthday
I could spend hours chatting to you, so much to say
I'm well mum, busy with work and play
David and Becky had a wonderful wedding day
Noahs grown up, his birthdays next week
He's a real Bartram boy, he walks and can speak
I know you always wanted me to be loved by someone
And I was for a while, but I guess she wasn't the one
But I am not bitter, it's made me stronger
And I have feeling I wont be single for much longer
I drive now, I passed my driving test
You would have been so proud of me, I tried my best
And for once my best did me proud
Londons the same Mum, grotty and loud
But it's my home, still feeds my soul
And I am a man now with a new goal
Dave, well I think you knew he would go
But his new girlfriends is a bit odd and slow
But you're boys are still here, as tight as ever
That's as reliable as the British weather
The house is up for sale mum
But it's a bad time to sell, as the worlds in a slum
Me and Ben went to Manchester this week to see QPR
Played Man Utd, we lost 1-0 but we're doing well so far
I'm leading in the fantasy football too, this is my year
And yes mum, I still have fondness for beer
Dads doing ok, he's been great since you left
We have all changed for the better since your death
But standing here on Bournemouth Beach watching the waves
The mixture of blues, whites and sullen greys
I realise I don't just miss you on birthdays
And that my love and memories always stays
I know now, that you don't need to see to feel
And although I can't see you, I know you're still real.
