If you were born in 1954, on this April day, the 27th
and you had lived past 35 years
today you might have a cake with 61 candles
celebrating with Kaitlyn
your little grand daughter
She would be
the apple of your eye,
she would be your best little friend
who you (secretly) knew was smarter than any other toddler
and the cutest.
Since you will never meet her here
on the physical plane
I take her to the big trees and we touch the old bark
one tree
I call "Big Jim"
The cosmic grampa tree
She is always a little quiet when we
approach the Big Jim Doug Fir
She listens to the stories I tell
and
When we go to the bath tub in her parent's room
we pass the photo, when you were 35
Always 35
While grammy gets gray hair
Dear Grampa Jimmy, who we miss
Happy Birthday.
