The Love We Have for Pop

September 28, 2011
By Melissa Menges BRONZE, Holmdel, New Jersey
Melissa Menges BRONZE, Holmdel, New Jersey
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I remember my pop as vibrant and fun,
It saddens me to see him go, but a new journey he’s begun.
I remember his love and what a blessing he was in my life,
And now he has been called home to be forever with his wife.

I remember my pop and all the fun things we did,
Like eating ice cream for dinner, he had the spirit of a kid.
I remember Easter Sundays and the annual egg hunt,
Pop would sit with us inside while everyone hid the eggs out front.

I remember playing with his typewriter; I thought it was so cool.
And how proud he was of me, and the grades I got in school.
I remember his stories about serving in the Air force,
And also how he liked to spend his days on the golf course.

I remember special times we shared, visiting their Florida house,
And of course all of the excursions we made to see Mickey Mouse.
I remember every Sunday having lunch after church,
And the interview I did on him for my social studies research.

I remember how at our table he had a special chair,
And every Sunday when we had lunch he always would sit there.
I remember our last conversation, Sunday on the phone,
And how over the years our relationship has grown.

I remember all our times together, be they laughter or of tears,
And how I am so lucky to have had him for nineteen years.
I remember him as my Pop, my hero and my friend,
All of these memories we’ve shared together, I’ll cherish to the end.

The author's comments:
I wrote this a few days after my grandpa passed away. It helped me reflect on all the fun times we had together and it made me realize that those happy memories will always remain with me. It was a difficult time for me, but this helped me put my feelings into words and for me writing this poem was a part of my healing process. I was able to share my writing with our family and friends at his funeral, and I know he would have been proud of me.

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