This is my oldest daughters first attempt at
poetry, and like her Mom it was brought out
by the death of someone very close to her.
I am very proud of her first and I hope not
last attempt at expressing from the heart
You're Face
It's been three months since you left us
And it's still too hard for me
I go to your house to visit
And it's your face I still see
I see you on your front porch
Or outside in the yard
Oh please tell me papaw
Why losing you is so hard
You were my only grandpa
The only one I've known
Why do I question God
Why do I feel alone?
My wedding day was special
For You were at my side
You didn't walk your own kids
But you walked me with pride
I have my wedding pictures
I'll cherish them all my life
You walked me to the man
Who now calls me his wife?
You told me that you loved me
As I stood there at your side
It never sounded sweeter
I thought part of me had died
I watched you fight your last fight
The hardest thing I've done
When the machines stopped working
I knew that God had won
Papaw you're not that far
You're where everyone wants to be
But I know when it's my time
Your face again I'll see