Poppy

[shiina]

|TITLE| Poppy
|RATING| G
|THEME| Family
|NOTES| This is about my grandfather, who I call Poppy. He had a stroke on Friday. He's okay though, now. I wrote this in my panic.


I rode in your lap on the lawnmower,
Helped you plant your garden.
We played go-fish at night,
and made biscuits from scratch in the morning,
showering each other with flour.

We got up early in the morning,
And you would let me sip your coffee,
as you told me the days plans.
We would go to the store, or work in the yard,
And sometimes watch TV all day.

You're my favorite flower, Poppy.
So please, please don't leave me.
I know you've been stepped on,
and pulled up by your roots.
But I'm begging you, just hang on.

I'm praying, asking the Lord to replant you,
In the best garden he has.
And I'm sure it's simply lovely,
Amd maybe almost as beautiful...
As the Garden I helped you plant.

[xunpredictablel]

Oh ,my. This is simply amazing. This is talent, in every sense of the word. You drew me in by this impeccable sense of love that can only be held by two individuals of the same family and you held me in that utterly comfortable love until the end, which you described beautifully. I hate that I haven't got much more to say about this one , but it is utterly amazing. Very well written.

[shiina]

Thank you very much. I left out the part about four years ago when He let me drive the lawnmower myself and we had to replant that years garden after that. ^.^ I love my poppy. He used to give me a dollar every time I went to his house just so I could get a slurpee from the seven eleven down the road. He'd take me to the fair when it came to town and we would ride the scarmbler all day since he's too old for coasters and I was scared of them. We'd go t the park and feed the ducks. Million miles of memories.