I remember I didn't want to go home.
To me, Nanny and Papa, you were my home.
We went fishing, Papa,
At Uncle Geralds pit.
I can remember every-single-bit
of the days that we spent together.
I thought you would live forever.
But you left me, Papa,
At the young age of eleven years.
I remember the day,
I remember the tears.
I remember Nanny saying "just ask your father"
To Aunt JoAnne,
But you past away.
We lost our greatest man.
So is it okay
For you to just die?
To give us all pain
To lie down and cry?
Why did you leave me?
Are you some place better?
You live in my heart and soul,
Forever and ever.
C.L.