My papa

A poem about my Papa

You were such a strong man

Determined for life to be the way you wanted it to be

And it was

Most of your life

Maybe happy is to strong of a word

But content isn't

Land was for growing

fruit trees

vegetables

roses

ah the beautiful red roses

your talent was in your green thumb

life was unkind when she struck you with cancer

took away your thoughts, your speech, your mind

but still you were kind

the old man whom I called my papa

who fixed tricycles as well as hearts

a miracle worker I tell you

He worked from his heart

 

Reviews

[Tony]

He was a miracle worker, I can tell.
And this is a lovely tribute to a man who deserves it.