When Pop Pops calls yoo-hoo,
Wanting to say good-bye,
For the final time?
Four hours away,
With no one to see,
Afraid of what he can't remember,
Afraid this is the end.
Four hours away,
With no one to see.
The Pop,
Home to stay.
© J. Foulston
A story of my house and I, punctuated with interesting things I have seen, funny things I've seen, and random thoughts that flow through my strange mind.