To My Poppy
Times I remember of dancing on you feet
To the music you made with your voice
A little girl and her grandfather
Who gave me 50 cents when he won the lottery
Sharing you experiences
And child hood stories
Will be what I remember most
For you were overtaken with a sickness
Far to painful than I could ever imagine
Your yellow eyes
And chocolate skin
Are all that is left of you now
As slowly you deteriorate
And become weary of your surroundings
Slowly becoming to realize that
God will give you peace
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