Real love dies hard!{true story}

by Chasityy   Dec 18, 2004


Tears won't bring you back to me,
I know because I've cried.
Lying won't bring you back to me,
I know because I've lied.
Fighting won't bring you back to me,
I know because I've tried.
Hiding all the pain inside won't bring you back,
I've tried, but my heart has something it lacks.

I've thought about our inside jokes,
And I get cold lumps in my throat.
I'm trying to be strong and not so sad,
But papaw, you were like my dad.

I know now you're the brightest star,
And that you're never far.

We all miss you I can tell,
Some people that cried were as tough as nails.
I remember all our little talks,
and moving all those silly rocks.
The sound of your Chevy truck,
And after church all the hands you shook.
I wish I could've said goodbye,
But if you were here, I'd just stall and cry.

Day after day I'll fight for you,
And eventually I'll make it through.
I pray everyday to see you again,
So I can hug the same funny old man.
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This poem isn't about just any ordinary guy...it's about my papaw...he was my grandfather but he was like my dad and I would say he was my best friend, he taught be a lot through all the years...I read this poem at his funeral...It took a lot of guts to stand up there and read it...I hope you enjoy it...and get something out of it.

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  • 15 years ago

    by terry

    This poem bring tears to my eyes so much love in your words now he's watching over you from above your papaw is with God now he will always be in your heart so in a way he's always with you...............
    God Bless ........papaw

  • 15 years ago

    by Jacklyn

    hey fallen, wow thats an awesome poem, really sorry to here about your papwa it must be really tough i never really knew one of my grandpas because he died when i was four but i hope you feel better soon!

    ~lil slam g~

  • 15 years ago

    by FakeIt

    i know how u feel. my grandfather died 3 or 4 years ago, but i just can't get over the fact that he's dead. i never got to say goodbye. this poem is great, keep up the good work.