Going to Papaw's

Going to Papaw's

A Poem by Dana Ferguson

Going to Papaw's,
gonna show him my report card.
All A's, he gives me five dollars.

Going to Papaw's,
going to catch fireflies,
and watch them light up in a mason jar.

Going to Papaw's,
doing burping contests and seeing who can hit the table the hardest.

Going to Papaw's,
he sits in the kitchen now,
and stays in his chair.

Going to Papaw's,
he gives me a doll,
with a little plastic bracelet.

Going to Papaw's,
he's on a breathing machine.

Going to Papaw's,
we talked late at night when he couldn't sleep,
he said pudding helped.

Going to Papaw's,
dipping Oreos together in our glasses of milk.

Going to Papaw's,
he says he wants to at least see my cousin's graduation.

Going to Papaw's funeral,
I do a good job of stopping some tears.

I still have the bracelet,
and I miss dipping my Oreos with you.

I love you Papaw, I wish you were here.
Maybe one day we can catch fireflies again.

© 2015 Dana Ferguson


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Dana Ferguson
Dana Ferguson

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