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papa

i suppose papa was a proud man
he never said much
the most i ever heard papa talk
was when he prayed in church
papa was an old man 
when i reached this world
but honest and respected man
papa certianly was
papa was the Abraham
who had sons like Issac
he was also Jacob in the land
that God promised and gave him
365 acres, one for each day of the year
why God gave it to papa
i can see very clear
in his old old age 
they moved him to the city
because of hardening artries
it was a pity
in a house where he could not do much
papa was stranded and losing touch
sometimes papa would wonder off
looking for his land
i guess thats what made him
made him feel like a man
it was the first time i ever saw
what happens to the mind
we had to bathe him and change him
it was always a fight 
even in his old age
papa still had his might
that was when we visited
and that was all right
i feel sorry for my cousin
who did it every single night
the days came when they sent papa to the home
after that it was'nt very long
we buried papa not far from here
not on his land but at least he's near

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  1. Date: 9/10/2011 10:39:00 PM
    Well it comes to all not just a few and in that way it comes to me and you. Hopefully, not for awhile, great John!

  1. Date: 8/2/2011 6:58:00 AM
    wow this was a powerful write with much emotion. cory

  1. Date: 8/1/2011 6:10:00 PM
    This is a tender write on how one persons life can change as they grow old. Old age sometimes is not pretty. love phyl

  1. Date: 7/31/2011 4:58:00 PM
    I tormented my grandfather with an orange rubber squeaky hedgehog, I used to make it squeak in his ear...I had another favourite pastime of piling cardboard boxes around his feet when he was sitting in his armchair so he couldn't move...:-)

  1. Date: 7/30/2011 6:44:00 PM
    a tender sensitive write John on papa.. expressions of luv and pain ... very good depiction of your family my friend... awesome insight ..so many of us deal with same debilitating endings luv.. enjoyed much..

  1. Date: 7/30/2011 2:54:00 PM
    Reads like your grandfather was a very independent and strong man..Dementia or Alzhiemers of the aged is sad for the family to have to see..Enjoyed reading your work..Good luck in the contest with this one..Sara

  1. Date: 7/30/2011 2:08:00 PM
    Such a touching poem, John. Papa (I assume your grandfather) was trapped in the past like my grandmother. It's a shame to see people losing their ties to the present as they get older. My grandmother never remarried. She totally lost touch with reality when her husband deserted her. We later learned he had married another woman before her and never bothered to get a divorce. Dad always felt so sad about his mother's state. Now they're in heaven and, hopefully, together. Love, Carolyn

  1. Date: 7/30/2011 1:47:00 PM
    Very touching and heartfelt write.....God bless....old Jack