When I was just a little guy
I was my Papa's boy
'Cause I was his first grandchild
I was his pride and joy
When I was only eight months old
My hair was so curly and long
We went to the Matewan barber shop
I looked grown-up when we got home
Papa loved all the grandkids
But we lived closer to him
We went to visit him a lot
He was my very best friend
He always bought me candy
When we went to the five and dime
I usually liked what he got best
And he'd trade his for mine
Sometimes, he told me stories
As we sat in the front porch swing
And when he tuned his old guitar
You should have heard us sing
Papa taught me to use his tools
And help him do the household tasks
When Mama needed something fixed
All she had to do was ask
I liked to sit on Papa's lap
And help steer when he mowed the yard
We laughed and talked and always had
Such fun that it wasn't even hard
One Christmas, he was in the hospital
And we took all his presents there
Though weak and sick, he did his best
To join in the holiday cheer
It's been more than thirty years now
Since my buddy, Papa, died
Though I was all grown up by then
I still remember how we all cried
Kathleen McCoy Eldridge©
October 28, 2007
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