It seems so long we’ve been apart yet the thought of you still tugs my heart I remember the child climbing in my chair and letting grandma brush her hair. I remember the girl who took a sprawl when on the monkey bars she tried to crawl and the look on your face when snowflakes swirled outside our car in your brand-new world. I remember you too, on our front porch, when your world had been set to the torch; a promise made that I’d still be here if ever you needed to come shed a tear. Â
From Poppa, I’m still here and still loving you. October 4, 2009 |