Today is your birthday,
You would have been ninety-five this year.
Birthdays are supposed to be days of
Not a day of tears.
Granny would have been over to eat,
But she lies in a grave asleep.
But my years full of memories of you,
Are things I hold so deep.
I would have gotten you socks,
Or some other silly thing.
You reside in Heaven,
But I must say you earned your wings.