My Poppa

Late back when I was just born
My poppa died
Of cancer,
It didn’t really matter before.
Because I was just little I didn’t know him that well,
My mum gave me a photo of him.
Years went by
I finally felt the pain
I miss him now since I am older
Every night I would think about him and pray.
And I would stop and wonder
What would it feel like having a poppa?
What would I say?
What would I do?
I never forgot to say this before you died
Bye poppa, you’re in a better place now
Memories
Pain
Love