For Poppy

  So Friday the 13th was the one year anniversary of my Poppy dying. I can remember that whole day as if it just happened.  Good thing I had Philip to make me laugh, and the rest of my family around to help keep my mind occupied. I knew if I had  been alone, I wouldnt have been able to stop thinking about the events of that day. It would have been a REALLY bad day for me. I still thought about what happened, and it was sad of course.

  Im still having a really tough time. I havent been able to gather up the courage to visit the graveyard yet. I really wanted to for his birthday in October, and over Christmas, and of course on Friday. And any other day that Im really missing him, or cant seem to get him off my mind. But I cant. I guess I’m still being selfish, cuz I dont want to have to visit a graveyard to talk to him. I want to be able to go see him still.

FOR POPPY

Sitting here remembering you,

Cant believe its been a year.

Yet the time seemed to go by slowly,

Because we didn’t have you here.

 

You always kept so busy,

And liked to be on the go.

From skinning fence posts, or clothes props,

To picking blueberries, or playing BINGO.

You did enjoy the dances

every second Saturday night,

And if Granny didn’t want to go,

You’d convince her with all your might.

Its been a year now Poppy

Since I whispered in your ear

"I love you and I’ll miss you"

"I want you to stay here."

I understand that you had to go,

And move on to a better place.

I know that you’re watching over us,

With a smile on your face.

 

 Rest in Peace Poppy.  I Miss you and Love you.  xoxoxox