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[aid] => mick
[title] => PAPPY'S MESSAGE
[time] => 2003-11-07 22:51:25
[hometext] => ..........i just smiled and felt Pappy's hand in mine....
[bodytext] => Pappy lived in a big old house smelling of a musky yesterday lilac bushes grew outside the back door and he always had a lot to say. Related to President Taft he was something like a third cousin it seemed I loved him dearly that silly old man Not really his kin but love to me he deemed. Molly was his fluffy black companion a scruffy meaow she displayed came to him running by the clap of his hands only for Pappy would she purr away. The stories he told of his good old days causing mischeif and mayhem galore not a great dad to his seven boys and grandma did show him the door. He regretted his absence with heartfelt tears and told me to never be afraid of love that's what happened to him he said now all he had were memories up above. Hospital visits to him were such a joy all the nurses thought him a dear old chap trapped in bed he'd sing "Don't Fence Me In" then laugh with glee as we clapped . I remember the fights in his house after death take this and that with all the shouting fools ten years old and found my small voice i'll not step foot in this house, you're all cruel. I sat outside for twelve hours that day while they tore apart everything he loved hugged Molly 'til she had to go then watched how they pushed and shoved. I missed him so and asked god why christians would act this way Pappy threw you out of his life and they only talk to you on sundays. Pappy came through loud and clear visited me under the lilac tree he knew that was my favorite of all Pappy knew it was there that I would see. He was quite okay and awfully young not looking like how i remembered him more like the picture from the mantle wearing the brown hat with the brim. He stood there singing and laughing when he said he was going to go no need for tears my button girl you'll understand when you grow. Pappy's good and happy now you'll see when you come home my way believe in how you FEEL my child don't always listen to everything they say. Then all at once he wasn't there my first visit but never my last i fell asleep calmly that night and knew the anger had past. Many years later at a table full of folk sitting around remembering a time ashamed of their actions, their words and their greed I just smiled and felt Pappy's hand in mine. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 179 [topic] => 48 [informant] => jaeann [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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