Love you, Dad

Yesterday or so it seems,

we were bursting at the seams.

My laughter on the edge of a snort,

Your rolling bass a deep retort.

Turns out, 70 candles on the cake was bad,

Hey, house is still standing, Happy Birthday Dad!

Today, I saw that photograph,

and I heard your awesome laugh.

Rumbling from your generous heart,

it's always infectious from the start.

Turns out, you can still make me smile,

Even though you've been gone, quite a while.

Tomorrow, or one day soon I fear,

I'll listen for your laughter, but it won't be there.

That first silence will be tough,

one day, photos won't be enough.

Turns out, though that memory is nice,

I'll have to live with losing you twice.