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[title] => Poppy
[time] => 2004-01-16 16:25:43
[hometext] => This poem means the most to me out of all mine. I wrote it shortly after my Grandfather died in a tragic car accident. He meant the world to me and was pretty much my father. I read this before the family at his funeral. I still fight tears when I read it
[bodytext] => The phone rang out and she called for me. I hurried to find why she yelled painfully. We cried as I drove, pain in out hearts. I drove and drove, trying not to fall apart. As we parked and climbed out, I still had hope. Let it be a minor or even a major injury. We can cope. In through the doors and shuffled into a small room. This is not happening, not this soon. He's invincible I confirmed, he can't be hurt. But there was a doctor, my beliefs for him to convert. My heart sank low, as if hiding away. "I'm sorry, he didn't make it", I heard him say. No! No! My Poppy! Why, God, Why?! My eyes welled. My heart shattered. I began to cry. And so I sit here and type three weeks later. This heart of mine holding a giant crater. I try to fill it with memories and poems like so. But my Poppy is gone, and that's all that I know. He's been there when I am sick and there when I am sad. Through all the good and bad times that we've had. So as I grow old and think back, I'll remember him as this. Poppy, my Grandpa, the only true dad there is. [comments] => 4 [counter] => 282 [topic] => 38 [informant] => lostinlimbo [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Tributes )
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