bubbles

Several moons and summers have come and gone
Each day unturned with many thoughts of you

How your laughter echoes even with the simplest delight
So down to earth, so child-like
Yet you seem to know when to hold our hands so tight
If only to show us the rightful way

How you give in to our cravings
Fun, adventures and things
But you know when to stop
If only to keep us level headed, grounded even

The curly hair, that manly stance
Old Spice and everything nice
That love in your eyes
Meant for us and us alone
It’s an unending and saddening void
Yet somehow we know you’re just here
In our thoughts, in our souls, in our hearts.

For Papa on his 9^th year—I’m sure you know how
much we miss you.
13 June 2008