They said the first year would be the hardest
But I’m not sure that’s true
It’s even harder this second year
Living each day without you.
I still look for you each morning
When I come down the stairs
I hear your voice each night
And I feel your loving care.
I hope you’re happy, Mom
And free from all the pain
Dancing with daddy on a cloud
No need for a walker or cane.
Please don’t worry, I’m okay
And doing the best I can
If you can hear me, know you’re loved
And one day we’ll walk hand in hand
Teapot – aka – your “little snapdragon”