Dear Dad,
Your life on this earth is missed
My mind is left to reminisce
Your life resembles a play
And it’s shown by Grandma’s dismay

Her words strike my confidence
That I lost my common sense
A coward who didn’t interfere?
That your grave is buried somewhere

Is this how my kids will leave me?
The truth will likely scare me
I don’t entertain this picture.
Somedays, I wish I had a sister.

A grandfather to others but, not to mine
God, why couldn’t you give him more time?

Miss you,

CHARRON