Upon my time for giving up the ghost
(and hopefully that's still a distant mile)
the earthly thing that I will miss the most
is catching my best friend's infectious smile,
his roguish grin is sometimes all I need
to help forget the unrepentant stares
of those whose foolish games are guaranteed
to make dejected sighs erupt in pairs.
I watch the clock each noon impatiently
and fidget as a gnawing hunger grows
to feel my petty problems fade away
for when I eat my lunch he sits with me
and once he's big I really hope he knows
how much he always made his Papa's day.
Are You Reading Me?
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