Fred

Fred Rice sir,

I don't feel your presence around me,

I miss you,

Looking at the photos albums,

You've always been there,

I don't really know how to cope with you being gone,

I know you were tired,

I pray for myself because I'm still crying for you and about you.

Wherever you are,

Can you see me?

Do you hear me, crying?

I wish I could have seen you one last time,

I hated having to leave you in that home

and would have taken care of you myself if I could.

I don't feel physical pain from you being gone

but it still hurts all the same.

I didn't want you to go.

I know selfish of me to feel that way,

but you were my family

still are and always will be.

I'm crying right now writing this.

Was it too much for me to want you to

want you to meet your great great grandchildren down the line?

My spirit hurts cause I can no longer  see you or hug

you or visit you.

But you have left the Earth realm and are in a better place.

I've loved you since I came into this world,

love you now

and

will love you forever Paw Paw.

This poem is about: 
My family
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