My dad died and I wanted to throw dirt on myself, so I dug one day.....
Today is the second anniversary of my father's death. He died two days before my birthday and I wrote this poem two years ago. My children and their children and I all called him Puma for Grampa. It was a very good name for him. I posted this before and am doing it again on this anniversary day. My sister sent it out to all of us in the family today and made us all cry again. She's like that.......romantica y sentimental...... PUMA'S PATH With a broken hoe I hammer the earth in the shade of a... Sign in to see full entry.