Remembering Papa Poem by Rebecca Navarre

Our backyard was like the hundred
acer woods, where I played as Daddy
watched near by and stood. Daddy also
lived out on the sea, where together we
caught all sorts of fishies. And at night
after the rains, we'd search for worms
and laugh as they made Mommy squirm.
And at night he'd tuck me into bed with
the stories he made up in his head and told,
until at last my eye's finally closed. Other
times he'd play and instrument and sing out
his favorite lullabies so softly and yet so bold.
And best of all were his big bear hugs, as he
held me so tightly making me feel so safe
and snug.