Papa
I remember the days when it was just us.
We woke up early and watched for my bus.
When I got home, I'd go straight to his house.
Sometimes we fought like a cat and a mouse.
When the summers were long and sticky hot
Nanny could always find us in our "teepee" spot,
Him with his pipe and me with my cap,
Setting up a homemade possum trap.
You couldn't separate one from the other,
But now it seems we couldn't be farther.
It's been years since he left with no goodbye,
And I was not there when the Angels taught him to fly.
Never have I had to overcome such pain
As getting used to sitting alone in the rain.