Papa

I walk in your room... It's still looks the same

I miss everything about you, even the way you said my name

I look around as I sit on the edge of your bed

The last time I saw you I replay in my head...

"I love you too, sweetheart" is what you said to me that day

And, every time I think of you... I want to talk to you, I need to pray

Seeing your wallet and all the photos that you had inside

...Tears well up and from Grandma, I am trying to hide

I don't want her upset so I try to put on a smile

We lay there on your bed looking at pictures for awhile

It's hard to be in your room and see all your things in their usual place

But, I don't want it to change... This is your space

Your glasses, your t-shirts, and slippers are here...

And, while you may be gone physically... I still feel you near

It's been 7 months and I miss you just the same as before...

Actually... I think I miss you every day a little more

I know now you're watching out for us from up above

Thank you, Papa for the memories and years of love.