Yaya

Sometimes it still feels like your here, so I'm not that sad.

Sometimes I hear your voice when I ask my conscience questions, so I'm not that mad.

Sometimes butterflies land close to me and your girls say that's you visiting, and I feel glad.

Sometimes I have a funny story I think you'd like so I tell it to the sky. I always tell the truth because when I was little you told me never to lie.

I miss when you'd laugh so hard, you'd start to cry. I miss your egg in a cup, meat, potatoes & vegetables and liverwurst on rye.

Anyways Yaya, I got work early tomorrow so I gotta go inside. Happy 'one year' with God in Heaven, bet ya had no idea I could rhyme.

For my Grandmother, Ellen "Sissy" Campbell, My Yaya.