Papa
Five years have passed since we lost Papa Jack;
Salt & pepper hair on his worn and weathered face,
Shedding tears as he left this world for a better place.
With years of laughter, joy, and pain
Gathered round to see him, no longer swain.
A ferocious battle with an unyielding foe
Left us as shattered, empty, and full of woe.
Melanoma fought; but Papa fought harder.
The stability in our family, heroic crusader,
Leaving a legacy of strength and grace,
Remembering his love when remembering his embrace.
One thing I wish? That he would come back.
©JillianHamp 2009
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