Twinkle, Twinkle my bright star,
I find comfort in knowing where you are,
Up above you shine so bright,
Standing out with your precious light,
I wish that you were here,
Here with me,
Close enough to touch and just not see,
The best Grandad that you could possibly be,
Lighting up the sky for all to see,
I miss your smile,
I miss your face,
Being in the same time and place,
But you are up in the sky,
Keeping a very close eye,
I will see you again when I die.
She spoke but no one heard, every scream seemed a whisper, and so she took pen to paper…