My dear, sweet Pop-pop passed away on March 15th, 2008. Here is a poem I wrote about him. The memorial will be held this weekend at my home in Long Beach.
A poem by Mia-
Pavarotti always blasting through the apartment corridor
Excitedly arriving feeling it in my core
Smells of garlic and chilies frying in the pan
Walks to the park, skipping and playing always hand in hand
Breakfasts at Denny’s, pancakes galore
Neapolitan Ice Cream one of many treats and more
Laying on his belly, squeezing me so tight
Friday night sleepovers, watching Lawrence Welk delight
Nuna busy in the kitchen cooking pasta, sauce and bread
Pop-pop watching baseball, or smoking a cigarette
Politics, Family and Work, passionate topics of his life
Conversations of the old days, a man with a complex side
235th Street, apartment number C
I’ll never forget you Pop-pop, your love will always be with me
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