I have this weird conundrum, a question I must ask,
Is life a curtain covering the view?
Are words so truly spoken, or feelings do they mask?
I sit and pen this poem, just for you...
I longed to make you happy, to see you smile again,
The memories of you will never fade,
Forever locked inside me, no words I need to pen,
The times we shared, a peaceful garden glade,
Seven years have dragged by, and not a moment’s passed,
Where thoughts of you have filled me deep inside,
A loss of huge importance, I hope my memories last,
Along with you it seems my heart has died,
Short and sweet, but strong I hope, just like your will and soul,
So on this day, your day of birth, I hope I’ve reached my goal,
To make you proud, my only dream, I love you oh so dear,
For you are my Grandfather, I long to hold you near,
Happy birthday Grandad, RIP, I love you dearly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem