““A Poem For Papa She visit you on any giving day. With only a few words to say. She bow her head and start to pray. I know in heaven you will stay. As I look above into the sky. I no longer ask God why. We miss you, the family and I. There are times I begin to cry. When I'm no longer happy, but mad. Thinling of the good times we had. Knowing you're gone, makes me sad. You no longer suffer, I'm glad. Papa I say this with love. Knowing you're smiling with me. Your presence will be miss. From Dynistee with a smile and a kiss.””