Papa

I think of a time,
My Papa was my father.
To speak his name,
I never called him other.

Children of my age,
Spoke of theirs...as Dad.
Or Pa...or father,
Unlike the Papa...that I had.

I thought it made us different,
That we were not the same.
And because we called him Papa,
When ere we spoke his name.

I sort of held my tongue,
Lest I should speak it wrong.
But what others called their fathers,
To mine...did not belong.

It was the ways of families,
And I could some how...not stop-a.
We kept it going through the years,
The royal name of...Papa.

E.P. 1908 - 1989

Jayne and her Papa, Richard Kim.