"Happy Birthday Gramma Bubie"

I write these lines on August sixteen

to an angel in heaven I wont be able to see

but I hear her in my head and know when she's around

my life feels more guarded, my senses more found

I'll remember your stories of your fun teen nights

running wild through the 50s, and getting into fights

being the oldest of seven, and a mother to three

and 8 grandchildren that grew up in a breeze

laughing the loudest wherever you were

bringing good time with you, that passed in a blur

getting a tattoo at the age of sixty-five

to me you were the coolest gramma alive

traveling the world from Italy to New Orleans

bringing all the grandkids back mardi gras beads

you taught everyone in the family everything we know

to stick up for yourself, be strong, with your head never low

you loved your Yankees and baseball games

and loved all your grandchildren equally the same

you taught me a lot over the years

like how to love scary movies and get over my fears

Halloween was your favorite and its mine now too

I'll take that trip we planned to Salem, MA, and think of only you

I remember how you liked action movies and being a history buff

and letting us watch "Kill Bill" with you when we weren't old enough

In the car we'd listen to the Keith and the Rolling Stones

you'd sing "start me up" and tell of their concerts the whole ride home

sports concerts or shows we played you always were there

to root the loudest on the sidelines and cheer from your chair

you created a bond with all of us and everyone you met

each one is different and special and we'll never be able to forget

it's impossible to write how much you've done

you left us with countless glorious memories of fun

I know the past year you've been watching over me

I know 'cause radio songs I hear, and signs that I see

when I know I'm doing good in life I can feel when your proud

I get this weird sensation that I'm flying off the ground

and when I'm scared, mad or sad I feel you by my side

lifting me yourself this time, lending me your wings to glide

I know there's something after life, I now have no doubt

'cause you talk to me all the time in ways I can't hear but can feel about

your the best guardian angel, you even were in life

fierce like the Leo you were born, with wits sharp as a knife

its your birthday and I miss you, but I know your in heaven

partying with three brothers and sisters, remembering time spent with all seven

tonight I'll listen to The Shirelles, "Will you still love me tomorrow"

and every golden oldie record you gave me and try to not feel sorrow

I love you Grama Bubie and cant wait to see you again

I wish you the happiest birthday in heaven, and will every year till the end

Love, your grandson, Dominick