Thursday 4 September 2014

Dad's 64th.

My mind can't remember the date you were gone
But it flags out to me the day you were born.
You would have been all of '64' today
With a cake and candles, and hair so grey.
You would have been smiling with wrinkled eyes
As you 'chide' me for the cake, your usual guise.
Life's little joys we had back then
You're in a happier place now, I understand.
Life is a cycle we can't control.
Still, I miss you with all my heart and soul.
Happy Birthday, Dad.
4th Sept 2014

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