Sunrise at Lake Granby

In the morning light, where the mountains rise,

A little red Sentra, beneath big skies.

Those moments we stole, just you and me,

A memory carved, forever to be.

Six months since the silence, since the great fall,

Yet on that Monday, we broke down the wall.

Loaded up dreams in that old, tired car,

Turned the key, it felt like a shooting star.

Rolling towards Granby, with the sun in our eyes,

You smiled as the world woke, painted our skies.

Fishing lines dancing, glowing bright,

Caught in the magic of that morning light,

We shared whispered secrets, the lake held our dreams,

In every soft ripple, life's simpler themes.

Catch the sunrise, father and son,

Two hearts afloat, where the rivers run.

You with your coffee, me with my treat,

In that moment of joy, our souls were complete.

Oh, the laughter, the love—so real, so true,

Those days by the water, just me and you.

And though times were tough, and the shadows hung low,

We built little moments in the sunlight's warm glow.

The world might have faltered, tried to pull us apart,

But side by side casting, you captured my heart.

Then came the call that stirred up the day,

Mom's voice on the line, happy plans led astray.

"You left me behind!" was the sound in her tone,

But still, it was perfect, when we were alone.

Casting our lines as the dawn turned to gold,

In those sacred hours, our stories unfold.

Every sunrise whisper, every lake’s gentle sigh,

Forever I’ll cherish that time passing by.

Catch the sunrise, father and son,

Two hearts afloat, where the rivers run.

You with your coffee, me with my treat,

In that moment of joy, our souls were complete.

Oh, the laughter, the love—so real, so true,

Those days by the water, just me and you.

So here’s to those mornings, forever in sight,

A bond built on fishing rods and sunlight.

Though time may keep moving, and moments depart,

You’ll always be with me, deep down in my heart.