When Papa Flew

Before we knew we were happy. Laughing, dancing, there was no reason to be
sappy

Then I found out, my parents told me Papa had cancer. I could do nothing but
pout.

I was so mad, how could God do this to me? How could he make me so sad?

Then I figured God did this for a reason. He’s not a bad person, he didn’t
commit treason

I prayed for him night and day, I asked God, please heal him help us find a
way

He started on chemo went through it twice. They said it would help him but
it wasn’t very nice

He seemed to be getting better, he seemed ok, but we sadly learned he might
die today.

My parents went down to see him. They forced me to stay home. Please mommy I
want to go, don’t leave me all alone

I stayed with my friends, I cried every night. Then I got a call he wanted
to talk to me; I forced myself to sound happy with all my might.

His voice sounded frail and almost dead. He said he loved me and not to fret
for he was at peace now, how his words hurt my head!

I told him I loved him, I said my final goodbye, then I hung up the phone
and I broke down and cried.

I regained my composure, said I had to be strong, for his times left on
earth wasn’t very long.

I tried to look happy, tried to hide my pain, then I got a call, he was
dead, I could no longer contain.

Tears rolled down my cheeks. I felt like part of me had died. I could no
longer see him, so I broke down and cried.

Then he came to me in a dream, told me not to be afraid. He told me he was
happy and he loved me, something his old pain could no longer phase.

Slowly I began to move on, everyone else did too. That’s when I knew, I knew
that Papa flew






 
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