....We're....Papa Tony's.....Girls Poem by James B. Earley

Remembering him...so we will
....With this thought...in mind
He'll be up there looking down...
Somewhere there'll be a sign

It might be in the wind that blows
...Or in clouds that come our way
Or in the sun....we know will shine
Papa Tony has...so much...to say

Our basketball and soccer games
....Matters not how....it all unfurls
Win or lose it's how we've played
.....'Cause we're Papa Tony's....girls

We know he cares...he always has
And giggling was our way
....Papa Tony's.....tickling us
Remembering him - we'll say

He's up there...we know...looking down
...Always there'll be a sign
Loving him...you bet we will
.....With this very thought...in mind
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....We're....Papa Tony's.....girls!


Author's note:
This poem is gifted to Kaelyn, age 9 and Haylie,12 in remembrance of their Grandfather, "Papa Tony." Their grandmother, Julie sent me the following text message: "Jim, would you mind composing a poem that my granddaughters might share during their grandfather's upcoming memorial service? If you don't have the time, I'll understand." I wrote her back immediately, asking, "in a word or two, tell me a little something about them! "