I Remember Poppa
Copyright© 2007 I sat looking at the old man sleeping in his bed. His face still looked the same save the added lines of age and the extra grey of his hair as he did when I was little. He looked so peaceful with closed eyes I really hated to wake him but it was medication time. "Poppa," I spoke softly. "Poppa it's time to wake up and take your meds." His eyes fluttered and then opened. Even with his age his eyes were clear and alert. "Sorry," he mumbled, "I must have dozed off....