So far gone, but so close to heart.
his spirit dwells, never to part.
A smile so pure, stuck in my mind,
as his memory washes up with the tide.
a home so peaceful, a canvas so blue,
his ashes remain, through and through.
The sun is shining, the breeze is calm,
a tiny starfish, lays in my palm.
Stuck in the ocean, with predators so many,
stands no chance, a little bigger than a penny.
As tears start to coat my eyes of sky,
I know that it is time to say good-bye.
And maybe this time, good-bye won't mean forever,
All ties from my heart to his will not be severed.
For i know, that he is looking down on me,
watching over me, while i look out over the sea.
And he is smiling, and so should I,
Grandpa Ron, this is not good-bye.
