Happy Birthday Dad.
You’d be seventy-eight—
If you were still alive
And it hadn’t been your fate.
Wish you could see your grands,
And your great grands too.
They would be elated
For a day on earth with you.
Your kids are older now
Than you were when you passed.
Though years go and times change,
Your memories will last.
© Walterrean Salley
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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A big 10+ for this poem that moves hearts. We keep remembering their birthdays. The amazing thing is that the bitterness of grief can turn into sweet memories after a while. Our parents love and care lives on in us and in the hearts we manage to touch.