I hold your ashes in my hand, trying to remember what you look like.
The smell, your voice its so hard to say goodbye.
After almost 3 years have come and gone it seems like yesterday when you left.
Our hearts still so broken.
Please God bring our Grandpa back.Back for my Mother and back just to remember his voice and his scent everything.
Please God...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice prayer.your grandpa is always with you. feel him.