My Papa

It’s been 10 years

Since you took your last breath

So many unspoken words

sad memories you left

I wish how I wish

I had been stronger with you

And defied your reasonings

Of no medicine you choose

You’ve missed your grandchildren’s

Graduations and plays

You’ve missed youngest daughter

Is starting to grey

We’re wrinkling and sagging in places

And parts

We’re growing old without you

All seemingly apart

The circle was broken

The only kindness we knew

That wretched woman

Is still alive

And still without a clue

Your eldest grandchild has

Your heart of gold

He’ll soon be leaving for

America so bold

I wish you were here

To soften the blows

To hold my hand as I too

Grow old