All we have are pictures,
Your body taken away
At the time there was no brother or sisters
There was only me
I was only six weeks old
But the story, always told
Of what kind of Paw Paw you were
And those stories will never get old
I look at those pictures
And can see it in your eyes
That all the love you had
For me, wasn't a lie
Now I have a brother, and three sisters to
And two little cousins
I can show your pictures to
I will share your pictures with them
That way we want be so blue
But always remember Paw Paw
We all love you true
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