Happy birthday!

It is March 22nd. A typical day. The kids are upstairs, playing away.
But I am down here, baby asleep. Thinking of you, my father to keep.
I love you and miss you, my dear faithful Dad.
Happy birthday to you, I'll try not to be sad.

As I sit here listening to the songs that you wrote.
I try to sing, but there's a "frog in my throat".
Now is the time to "Listen, listen, listen to the children".
But instead I hear silence.

A calm in the house.
Not even a "Creep" from a wee little mouse.

So, instead I write, but my words will not flow.
I love you Dad, is all that I know.

So, happy birthday to you. Even though you will never grow old.
In a perfect place, with a new body, but your same gentle soul.
I'll see you again, in heaven above.
Keep singing, keep singing, my Daddy. My love.