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Pappy
May 18, 2021
His chair
In a room full of people but still
it is an island of solitude wishing for the life it once had
His teasing
like a pod of dolphins playing a daily game of tag
demanding me to “put more peanut butter on the crackers!” and
“Don’t forget the beer!” becomes the silent whisper in the air
like a summer breeze brushing past
His jokes
not expected but always the same like finding a sea star washed up on the beach.
Number 42!
His memory
Forever to be in our hearts
like the call to the ocean from far away
© Anonymous
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This piece was written about my grandpa who recently passed away.
number 42 was a joke that we had because he always had the same jokes/jokes and everytime we said we have heard that one he would say number 42! joking that he numbered his stories/jokes since he told them so often.