It didn't seem real
It was like he had only gone fishing
Of course, that was only a dismal hope
a faint glimmer of me wishing

I'll miss him dearly
Won't get to see him biyearly
playing games - cards and such
golf, euchre, slapjack, and sequence

No more am I able to hug his round belly
or give a kiss on his sandpaper cheeks
But no more will he ache or shake
Oh, what a glorious day!

My heart hurts for my grandmother's loss
The house feels empty without his jolly, old laugh
But there we left her,
playing a lonely game of solitaire

Yet, his memory lives on through me
I can tell of his love for our country
Eagles, flags, and family
These were his pride and joy

I loved him so much
I really did
But I can live in peace
Knowing he's waiting for me
with Jesus

Fingergunning a flock of sparrows
Poisoned by the suns carrot seeds
The sparrows don't give my antics the time of day
Untethered by the sky, which is their home and not mine

The sun still amazes
Newborns and other innocents
Whom have not tired of looking at its rays
Magnetized by the kerosene
Eyes awakened by a force majeure

I was worth more to you
When I was less perfect
When I was still unpolished
Grit between my teeth and telling slapjack stories
The sun still a drawing force of unprecedented power  

I know now that there are more powerful things than a sun
The increasing feeling of losing you
The sadness which chokes my heart
The dread of dying ordinary, just like the rest

Your face, reminding me less and less
Of stars we gazed at
Of pictures we were both in
The laugh which shared a cigarette
A sun to ignite its glow in complete agreement