Our Dear Pop

"When I was a boy" he'd say, Our eyes fixed firmly upon his brow. "The world was such a different place, From what its become now".

And there we'd sit for hours, As Pop would tell his story. Some surprisingly intriguing, and some rather boring.

But no matter what the story or how untrue it may have been. We could always count on our dear Pop, to transform a frown into a grin.

How he loved to tell his stories and fill our hearts with pride. Although they were not so convincing, the main thing was he tried.

"Who's the best looking bloke in this house, and why am I?" Why you of course Pop, Would we tell a lie?

We love you so much Pop, and we miss you too. Please don't forget us, because we will always remember you!

Goodbye Pop