Sixteen or four; it doesnât matter how I count the years
Each one passes and some days are still filled with tears
What I wouldnât give for you to call and tell me how much you love me, just once more.
Or curl up beside you to watch the Waltonâs for the thousandth time- âI havenât seen this episode yet. â you always swore.
How I wish you could see the life Iâve created and the woman I have become.
I think about my life now with you still here; if only this hadnât been the outcome.
I remember days of adventure and laughter and a smile that lit up the entire world.
You always told anyone who would listen how proud you were that I was your baby girl.
Because of your life and death I am who I am today.
I love big, I live bold and never hesitate to say exactly what I need to say.
In my memories youâll always be so handsome, young and the strongest man I could ever know.
You were only forty five, I was just eighteen; Iâll never understand why it was your time to go.
Iâll never stop missing you or telling stories about the crazy, fun, selfless man I was luckily enough to have as my Poppa in this lifetime
And my heart will forever be broken and cracked; Iâll always think of you and continue to write these rhymes.
Sixteen or four; time doesnât heal all and the pain will never go away. . .
I love you, poppa; to the moon and back; & donât you worry, I know Iâll always be okay.
-Desiree Angelica Young
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