My Papaw, My Buddy - Visitor's Prose

by Natasha Hamlin
(Clarksburg, WV, USA )

As I sit with you, hold your hand, and look into your eyes,
you seem so distant and I wonder where your thinking lies.

I recall better times when you and I used to play,
We would read books, garden, and ride bikes all day.
We'd watch boxing matches at night, go camping and make smores.

I wish now I would have cherished those moments a little more.
Even though those happy, carefree days have passed,
the thousands of memories from my childhood still last.

Today you may not remember my name,
but I know you still love me just the same.
I know when you look at me and reach for my hand,
You can recall exactly who I am.

And if that day comes when you don't remember me at all,
It won't matter, because to me you will always be my Papaw.