No memories
No memories of a kind m Only pictures
of A great man. (Papa) That taught me how
to swim, catch a ball So many great pictures
Then a day came when purity was lost. Coming
home fromschool. The unaware tragedy was about
to steal the innocence of my youth running in the door
yelling out of sheer excitement to see papa. Papa! Papa!
As I was running up the stairs, I got to the top looked in
As I was running up the stairs, I got to the top looked in
the living room no papa. I turned to go to his room
papa! Papa! I saw the glow of the bathroom, light
No papa. As I turned I looked in papa’s bedroom. Papa!
Was on the floor As I reached out to touch Papa not
Was on the floor As I reached out to touch Papa not
understanding why you were so cold to the touch
Not understanding why. Papa! Papa! Wake up.
He wouldn't wake up. I screamed momma!
Papa won't wake up. Momma came running
to the bedroom only to see papa’s lifeless body.
Crying I asked momma why won't papa wake up?
Momma picked me up and held me tight
choking back tears as well.
Papa went home to be with the angels.
Why did they take my Papa momma?
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