Shea Cook

I barely remember you
Your face, your light
I wanted to look up to you
To imagine the world the way you did

You were my Papaw
I was your sweet pea
The product of
The youngest of your young

You were supposed to be my hero
But, I never got to know you
Too young when you left
I only see you in pictures

But those pictures are nothing
Compared to what real life is
Compared to making memories

But, you were sick
It was your time to go
I love you,

Sweet Pea