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15104, and then, heaven

beebox

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Your flower garden birthed a house,
and you lived there with your car,
and your piano -
climbing the steepest hill I'd ever seen,
my child-knees pushing to get to you.

I'd see your blue eyes shining
just like mine, and I felt like an eagle
as I soared into your arms -
you taught me what music felt like -
I fell in love with it because of you.

I remember how much you loved me,
I hope you knew how much I loved you -
you're one of my top three men -
in the company of my dad - your son,
and the Lord in the sky.

You're in the sky with the Lord,
and I hope you're holding his hand,
and I hope you're looking down on me,
watching over me,
loving me even though you're so far.

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I just cried my eyes out writing this. I miss you every day, Pap-Pap.
 
It's a great poem, Beebox. I love the way you say the garden birthed the house. <3
 
Yes BEEB good work.

We do love your writing. You should pop back into the lounge now and then.

Hope all is well my little nooblet
 
This was good.
I lost my dad in 2016 n i got this missing-the-old-man gut punch in the first few lines.
Good job.
You always use free verse?
 
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