Sometimes, you are going through tough times.
Sometimes, the day you are in is the birthday of someone you loved that passed away.
Sometimes, the best thing you can do is share their love of life to the grounding earth.
Grounding, just like carrying on no matter what.
Grounding, just like you are free to do what you want any old time.
Grounding, just like feeding seagulls on your window sill and let them love you forever.
Feeding a seagull until she becomes almost your pet,
Feeding the ground until it makes you hope for the summer,
Feeding your hopes with whatever it takes to keep you going.
Feed in your soul the seagull that will fly free for you....
Happy birthday to my RIP Pa,
Happy I am to have been yours.
Until our souls meet again, I am grounded and your are not...
Forgive my poem, it is my Pa's birthday, today.
I put a few seeds in the ground in his memory, for he was a dreamer.
I put a few seeds in the ground for he was just an unbeliever.
Forgive him for he knew how to grow things from science.
For he loved it.
For his seagull is.
For I love it too, no matter how hard it is.
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