Rose Petals on your grave

Another year has went by Papa
Since you’ve been long gone
We’ve been through many trials
But your family has remained strong

Grandma looks at pictures of you
I see tears roll down her cheeks
I get a knot in my throat every time
I can never find words to speak

When I hear the story’s of your life
It just beats me up inside
I’d give anything to meet you
Just one day before you died

Why’d you have to get cancer Grandpa?
Why’d you have to die so young?
It hurts so badly when I think of you
Just take my heart and have it hung!

What really makes me nervous
Is when I die and raise like our Lord
Will Jesus be the only one I meet?
Would that be my only reward?

Your son was following in your footsteps
Now he’s trying to quit
The packs are bought fewer than they were
He’ll no longer go through with it

I want my children to have a Papa
I don’t want them to feel like me
Writing poems at midnight about their dead Grandpa
Crying so hard that they can’t breathe

No one witnesses these tears I cry
No one knows of my heartache
They don’t know when I visit your grave
My heart begins to break

I sprinkle roses on your gravestone
No one really knows why
They represent how much I miss you
They represent how many tears I cry

I’m also hoping one year you’d come back
To buy roses just like mine
And deliver them to dear old Grandma
Just like the olden time