My pawpaw
A few short weeks and my birthday will come.
Little do people know, I do not enjoy this time of the year.
It's a day that is no longer shared with a loved one.
I was a child when his body left,
I was a child when I thought I would never see him again,
but every now and then he shows that he's still here.
I don't remember much,
Just our birthdays spent together.
The girly, pink and white barbie cake we shared,
along with family all around.
Now the day isn't the same.
I wish I knew him more,
Everyone shares stories and I enjoy them so.
I only wish I could share the day with him again.
He's still here in spirit, my pawpaw.
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