The presents are unwrapped,
They had a blast this year.
I watched their faces light,
Filled with merry cheer.
And now the season’s done,
The new year close at hand.
Gone but not forgotten,
Like the touch of a loving hand.
It’s been seven years now,
I’ve watched them grow and thrive.
I love them no less today,
Than when I was alive.
I know they still remember,
My photo’s on the tree.
Just as much as I miss them,
I know they still miss me.
