Roses and baby breaths
In pale red and pink
Lay on the box
Wrapped like a gift
Yet no flower is as pure
As the white lilies
That lined the wreath
They’re just like you
Majestic yet delicate
White lilies reminds me
of you, they always do

It's been a year
since you went home
Easter Sundays has
never been the same again
Yet, oddly it feels like
you're on a very long vacation
Somehow it feels like
You'll be coming back one day
When, I don't know but..
someday.

Pappy, I miss you.