Always

This is a poem that was written by my oldest niece Brianna upon the passing of her Grandpa. She read this at his graveside the day he was laid to rest. The picture was taken the night of his viewing as they prepared to display the Christmas Ornaments their grandpa has made them every Christmas. This is one of many things that will be missed.


Putting up these things you've made
with all your love and care
Thinking back to yesterday,
when you were here not there

The tears keep coming cause your gone,
but now your finally home
It's selfish of me to want you back
cause now you'll never groan

Memories surrounding me,
like Basil in your window
And even those tomato plants
you always loved to grow

This is how it should be
with me thinking of you always
For if i did forget you,
we would be apart some way

These thoughts of you
are good for me
Cause now I know,
you'll never leave
Cause though your gone...
you've never actually left.