....We're....Papa Tony's.....Girls

Remembering him...so we will ....With this thought...in mind He'll be up there looking down... Somewhere there'll be a sign It might be in the wind that blows ...Or in clouds that come our way Or in the sun....we know will shine Papa Tony has...so much...to say Our basketball and soccer games ....Matters not how....it all unfurls Win or lose it's how we've played .....'Cause we're Papa Tony's....girls We know he cares...he always has And giggling was our way ....Papa Tony's.....tickling us Remembering him - we'll say He's up there...we know...looking down ...Always there'll be a sign Loving him...you bet we will .....With this very thought...in mind * * ....We're....Papa Tony's.....girls! Author's note: This poem is gifted to Kaelyn, age 9 and Haylie,12 in remembrance of their Grandfather, "Papa Tony." Their grandmother, Julie sent me the following text message: "Jim, would you mind composing a poem that my granddaughters might share during their grandfather's upcoming memorial service? If you don't have the time, I'll understand." I wrote her back immediately, asking, "in a word or two, tell me a little something about them! "