Yes, it was/is Captain Fine's birthday. If you are all re-tards and don't know who Captain Fine is, that's Chris Pine, the yummiest GQ motherfucker you've ever seen. DAMN STRAIGHT.
But it's also my Nana's birthday. She would've been 82 years old. And she passed away a year and a half ago. So I decided to write.
Been a while
But you can still see the smoke
Where have you gone?
Did you wish come true?
I bet it was to stay
We're all still reeling
And we miss you
Do you miss us?
Do you look down?
I'm just wondering
Because I think we're finally ready
To put the cake away.
Sorry they've been so short. I haven't been able to construct a real poem. :(