Hayley La Cioppa, Grade 12
With a guitar in your hand,
And a smile on your face,
You sang me those classics,
And created memories that no one can erase.
Like a pub with no beer,
My favorite of all,
You sang it to me when I was little,
And continued till I was tall.
Those songs are in my heart,
When I hear then ill think of you,
And I no that wherever you are,
You are thinking of me to.
I no you are in a better place,
Where the pub has plenty of beer,
But I still cannot help myself,
From shedding a tiny tear.