Looking off into the distance,
As the raindrops trickle along the window,
Wondering what you would be doing,
On this rainy day…
If you were still here,
Would you make all the jokes,
Like you did back then….
Wonder what you would think of us all today,
What sort thing would you say?
Would you be proud of me,
What advice would you give me now I’m grown…
That’s one of the things I think about,
when rain comes pouring down….
Your memory is forever ingrained…
I will never forget you….
I still have the thank you postcard,
You sent to me back then,
And read when I’m feeling sad…
I didn’t that you would be gone so soon,
After you sent me that postcard….
Miss you granddad….
See you in the stars.
Elizabeth Han Hopkins