Whenever it's time for your birthday,
automatically, I start to feel blue. I
wish you were still here with me, so we
can celebrate like we used to do. My
thoughts are always with you, readilly
I admit. It's been so many years, but I
can't get over it. In my mind, I can
picture you, just the way you were.
That's the way, it will always be. I
never can forget you, for you were and
still are, a part of me. When holidays
approach, I feel empty, thinking of all
the great times we had. But what can I
do, but just think about you, my one and
only, Dad!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem