The Greatest Man, Papal.

July 6, 2009
By Kadie Booth BRONZE, Heltonville, Indiana
Kadie Booth BRONZE, Heltonville, Indiana
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You sit in your recliner and rock back and forth
You're telling me how much I am worth.
You say that I am an angel sent from above,
No matter what I do you always show me love.
With out you I don't know what I would do,
I would be sure to cry and tear into two.
When you talk to me it means so much,
If I have a problem you're my crutch.
When I am away and not with you,
I miss you so much I don't know what to do.
When I think about you a tear creeps into my eye,
Then before I know it I begin to cry.
I know where you are, and I know I will see you again,
but sometimes a grandaughter just needs a friend.
Someone she can talk to no matter what,
Even if her and that person have fought.
That is why my papal is the perfect man,
Because in my eyes if he can't do it, then no one can!

The author's comments:
I decided to write this poem about the greatest man to me, my papal. He has always had my back no matter what I have gone through. He hasn't judged me on what decisions I make. He is just there to help through my problems. When I talk to him sometimes he annoys me by not remembering what I just said, or repeating things over and over again, but then I take a moment and think. He will not always be here. There will be a time where I am begging God to just hear his voice one more time, or to hear hime repeat what he just said. I realize that, and that gives me all the patients in the world for him. Now I am sure that after every phone call and everytime I leave, that I just say three words, I love you. Little things like that make a world of difference in my life and his. I love you, Papal.

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