No memories
No memories of a kind man. Only pictures of A great man (papa) That taught me how to swim, catch a ball so many great pictures Then a day came when purity was lost coming home from school unaware tragedy was about to steal the innocence of my youth Running in the door yelling out of sheer excitement to see papa. Papa! Papa! as I was running up the stair. Got to the top looked in the living room no papa. I turned to go to his room papa! Papa! I saw the glow of the bathroom, light no papa. As turned I looked in papa’s bedroom. Papa! Was on the floor As I reached out to touch Papa not understanding why you were so cold to the touch Not understanding why. Papa! Papa! Wake up. He wouldn't wake up. I screamed momma! Papa won't wake up. Momma came running to the bedroom only to see papa’s lifeless body. Crying I asked momma why won't papa wake up? Momma picked me up and held me tight choking back tears as well. Papa went home to be with the angels.
Why did they take my Papa momma?
©james Elliott Tully
2021-10-13 19:28:42
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