Dedicated to my grandfather. I'll miss you Papa...
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Never knew shopping could weight my chest
With a novicane heart that numbed at best
Watching old folks bustle by on scooters and in carts
I bit my lips together and tried not to start
The tears flowing because I heard it's okay
Keeping so many words I wish I could say
So many places I want you with me
But I can't and inside it's murder to see
Those old timers on scooters and pushing carts
Catch them bickering and remember how you'd start
A meaningless argument just for fun
Never meant to hurt anyone
I'll always remember your face
Fixing coffee in the morning or biting into cake
We'll miss from now until we meet in a higher place
We'll love you Papa, now and always
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Could It Be...: A Poem Anthology
PoetryLove is a funny emotion. It can make us cry when we're full of joy or smile when the world is crumbling around us. And because of someone special and dear to us. It gives others strength when we can't be so for ourselves and brings new light into ou...
