Blanket Of Stone Poem by Christina L Johnson

I close my eyes and I still see your face,
If home is where the heart is then mine is
out of place

There isn't a day that you are not in my thoughts
I miss our conversations and the storys you told
Your grandchildren begging please papa just one
More

I can still smell your scent lingere through the
House I turn my back to get a glimpse off your
FaceI

It is then that i realize that you are a memory with
Out a face
It has been six years since you have been gone

Daddy I hope that you are not cold and all alone
As you lay under your blanket of stone

April 26,1942-May 2,2001