Three years ago my papa died,
I remember all the tears I cried.
I remember the times of basketball,
Eating ice cream, cookies, and all.
He went through so much pain,
I don't think I could do the same.
Staying alive through the years,
Never letting me see his tears.
I was writing him lots of letters,
Hoping it would make him better.
Although it made me sad,
When he went to a better place it made me glad.
Every time he gave me a hug,
He made me feel snug as a rug.
He died before my sister was born,
It is very hard not to mourn.
I remember how we use to talk,
Making me laugh when my mom he mocked.
I talk to him everyday,
Never running out of things to say.
I look up in the sky,
Remembering of when I didn't want to say goodbye.
Forever I know we will never part,
Because he is always in my heart.
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Published on March 2009