I wrote this poem for my grandfather (my papa) who died on Saturday. It is going to be on his funeral card. He loooooooooved to fish... I hope you guys like it... He grabbed his pole, his bobbers, and hooks And began to head out the door. “Hey, papa, where ya goin’?” He set his tackle box on the floor. “Oh, don’t you worry ‘bout me, I’ll see ya soon.” He smiled at me quietly and he turned away. “But, papa, it’s too early to leave!” It was all I could manage to say. He shook his head and grabbed his things. “Now is the perfect time, ya know. The oscar are biting good out there – It’s time for me to go!” “No, papa, you can’t leave yet There’s more for you to see! We have a lot to do today,” I told him. “Can’t you wait a little longer with me?” All of my urging sure didn’t make him budge. “No, I’m sorry, dear, but I just can’t stay,” His excitement grew and his eyes lit up. “You see, the big one is out there and today is the day!” A single tear slipped down my cheek as he spoke, But he was still gonna set out on his very last mission. “Love ya, papa,” I said before he walked out the door. “I’ll be alright,” he replied. “I’m just goin’ fishin’.”
you obviously had great respect and love for your papa annie girl ... he's looking down at you now and he's grinning from ear to ear ... can you imagine the size of the fish he's catching? nice piece of personal prose and considering your grandpa has only just gone ... there's no evidence of mourning or self pity in it.
