A poignant reminder of the passing time
A surreal mix of tears and joy
Only if you could see what we have become
You wanted four kids
How you'd stay up all night; no sleep.
On the train, stargazing with the kids;
Having one on each of our knees
The weekend still feels the same.
We still leave our shoes at the door
How you'd say: '"the dirt drives you crazy"
You never left
We still feel your presence
If angels were real
We all wish to see you someday