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This is the poem i wrote for my Papa not long after he passed away. I dont like talking to people about this sort of thing i tend to express how i feel in writing.
This is i poem i wrote about loosing my gran and papa.
I wrote this after watching a film about a young boy who goes to buy shoe's for his dying mother, I adapted it a little, hope you enjoy, comments would be apreciated xxx
This poem, is an exercise in rhyming, rhythm and cadence. Intended for all ages but, most especially, for children.
On April 2, 2007, I became a grand-father for the 1st time. It occurred to me that, in the mind of my grand-child, I will always be a mystery and a curiosity. A pleasant one, I...