Papa

Today I wrote a poem, it went something like this. Yesterday I had a Grandpa, today it's not like this. Four O'clock, school is out, I scurry home from school. My heart is beating quickly, I don't know what to do. Somethings wrong, I can feel it in my bones, I can't put my finger on it. I sit down on the couch and tell myself "Calm down, what's the matter with you?" The door slams closed, Mommy's home! I run to say hello. "I'm sorry girls, Papa died just a few short minutes ago." My heart skips a beat,I'm feeling weak, I dont know how to act. Should I stand, should I sit, should I cry, should I weep, I burst into tears. "He's in a better place now," I say beneath my tears. I know he's in a better place now, a place without pain or fear. I wish I could have said goodbye and been there threw every tear. I wish I could have been there to say it's not time to go, but G-d reached out his mighty hand and said "It's time to go." I know he's in good hands now, I have but one regret. That I didn't get to say I love you Papa, I love you so. I'm sorry I didn't tell you that much, but I love you ever so. So I hope you have fun Papa, floating on the clouds on the Heavens above, but do me just one favor Papa, save me a cloud next to yours. So this is my goodbye Papa, and my chance to say I love you.I dont know exactly what to ask, i just wanted to get that off my chest.... I wrote that about a year ago when my Grandpa died, incase you didn't notice. so what do you think? Written November 14th, 2001 © on Nov 14 2001 09:10 AM PST   0 • 18 • 1