Kyle.J Carruthers

Rookie (September 26,1988 / Orillia, Ontario, Canada)

My Oldest Best Friend - Poem by Kyle.J Carruthers

My Oldest Best Friend (An Ode to Papa Vic)

Although our memories are few
They stick with me like glue
From play fight glories to wartime stories
I remember every moment like it was yesterday
You called me “fatso”; I called you “old man”
But no hard feelings or footprints were left in the sand
For now you have sailed away into the horizon
On the ocean of time calm and clear with nothing left to fear
You are safe from the world and the bad things that dwell here
On a ship build with good times and a sail wove with love
You sail with open arms into the bright sky above
My father at the gates awaiting your arrival
After 87 years we’re all proud of your survival
So go now to a place some call heaven
Where I’m sure they play solitaire and euchre 24/7
Enjoy the afterlife; I know we’ll talk again
May peace be with you My Great Grandfather, My oldest best friend.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 26, 2005

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