Papa

I remember listening to the 60s and making flap jacks on the ship

I remember the flea markets and the regular camping trips.

You gave me my imagination, my creativeness, my heart.

you were my papa and my dad from the very start.

I remember yard work and matching flannel shirts,

I remember billy bob, and sometimes it still hurts.

I remember lady luck and dart boards,

I remember your face, and that your not here anymore.

when all is said and done i'll pour the beer on your grave,

and smile for you like i did in the good old days.

i miss you so much, its still hard to believe your gone

its been 10 years, and i am still holding on.