Papa

Papa

A Poem by The Violent Wolf
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This poem is dedicated to my grandfather, who died on December 26, 2011, because of cancer. Miss you.

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I can see him roaring down the road,
On his beloved Harley Davidson.

I can hear the click of the golf ball,
As he hits it out of sight.

I can smell the smoke of cigarettes,
That always clings to him.

I can taste the delicious steak,
That he cooked on the grill.

But the only thing I can feel right now,
Are the tears streaming down my face.

© 2014 The Violent Wolf


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Added on September 19, 2012
Last Updated on March 27, 2014
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The Violent Wolf
The Violent Wolf

Pascoag, RI



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I can't write well upon demand. I have to wait until a picture, theme or whatever hits me. I use real world experiences in my writing. Music is an inspiration. Some of my poems or whatever are random,.. more..

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