Papa

This poem is about my grandfather, who I loved dearly. He passed away the summer when I was a rising 4th grader.

Papa

Papa was very special to me

He was funny… Like a comedy

He liked to fish all the time

He never needed a reason or rhyme.

Our teeth were kept clean as can be

For Papa was a dentist as you can see

Also a captain, great as could be

If you could take a ride, you’d see.

Every summer was spent with him

Playing in the lake… Taking a swim

We also hiked; water skied, and jumped high

When we were scared, he told us just to try.

That time has passed, just like him

We believed that he’ll be there within

We were sad he passed away

He’ll be there in our hearts, he’ll never go away.

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