SHE CALLS ME "POPPA"


We walk together after supper
She wants to play in the grass and calls
"Come on, Poppa."

She swings in the yard
And calls my name
But I did not hear well
So she yells louder still, "POPPAAAA!"

Yesterday when Momma Dee
Tried to get her to eat a pea
She looked to me and cried
"Help me, Poppa"

She sits alone in her stroller
Waiting with pride
Poppa's, coming
To take her for a ride.


Today, God, I cried

I realized that like she
I look to you with innocence
You are Poppa to me.

I reach out my hand
in trust - you are there
You will guide with
loving care.

You hear my plea
when my heart cries out,
"Help me, Poppa,
Help me."

No fear of anger
No doubt of love
You are my Poppa
Who lives above.


Jacob Malone
July 23, 2001
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