I knew it in my heart you were ready.
As I tried to remain calm and steady.
You went home a week before my birthday.
Early morning on the 15th day in May.
Anxiously racing to the hospital.
Tears roll down my face walking up the hall.
12:46 am you got your wings.
Grandpa, you were always the king of kings.
Now you are the crisp, gentle summer’s breeze.
The sound the wind flowing through the leaves.
You are the songs sung by the morning birds.
Always beautiful and never unheard.
This is my first summer without you here.
Wherever I go I know you’ll be near.
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Desiree Lozano
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