Grandpa, I miss you.
I wish you were here.
Tomorrow would’ve been your birthday,
a good day to cheer.
With you gone it seems sad
and I wonder why I’ll even remember.
Though it’s the later part of a warm April,|
it feels like the middle of a cold September.
I wish I could give you a hug
and see your smile one more time.
I’ll cry all day just knowing
I can’t even give you one more dime.
Somehow I’ll have to believe you know
how much I still love you.
And no matter how far apart death keeps us,
you can hear me say, “Happy Birthday” too.
4-23-91 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)
PS. written for my Granddad! ❤