Poem: HBD

A trip around the sun has happen.

This time you are not here to see it.

I tried to think of words to say that would make it okay.

Then I remember the days I called to say hey.

The days I did not call, and I thought everything was okay.

Now all I want to do is have one more call.

What would I say?

The words simply do not appear.

A day of celebration has turn into a day of sorrow, a day of wishes.

The one thing remains the same.

Today is the day that you came into this place.

So now we celebrate you still even beyond the grave.