Happy Birthday, Papa dear,
the candles glow though you’re not here.
I still can hear your laughter strong,
a baritone, a timeless song.

The scents remain where memories stay:
English Leather, wood shavings, clay,
mineral spirits faint and true,
and Cherry tobacco once clung to you.

I miss your wit, both sharp and sly,
the glimmer of humor that lit your eye.
You spoke so little, yet gave so much,
with steady hands and a caring touch.

You’d move the mountains, calm the storm,
brave the darkness to keep us warm.
At night you’d come when I would call,
to chase the monsters, one and all.

When my own father was long since gone,
you took that place and carried on.
My granddad, Papa, strong and sure,
a knight in plaid, with a love so pure.

You taught me to stand, to face, to be,
to love without end, unceasingly.
Thank you, Papa, for all you’ve done,
your lessons shine like the morning sun.

So on this day, I send it clear,
a birthday wish through Spirit near.
Among the ancestors, you still stay,
guiding me gently, day by day.

Love you endlessly,

Jess [ The Baby ]