The 30th Anniversary of Papaw's Death

randyjohnson71

Almost fifty-three years ago, I became your grandson.
You died 30 years ago today at the age of seventy-one.
You became sick when a doctor prescribed you some Dilantin.
The allergy ended your life and we would never see you again.
Your death hurt others as well as me.
Your body was in such a bad shape that you had a closed casket ceremony.
The Dilantin was what made your body end up in such a bad shape.
When you perished, almost two hundred people attended your wake.
You lived in Sneedville but passed away in a hospital in Morristown.
It was a sad day thirty years ago when we buried you in the ground.

  • Author: randyjohnson71 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 3rd, 2024 07:27
  • Comment from author about the poem: Dedicated to Burley R. Johnson (1923-1994) who died 30 years ago today on August 3, 1994
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  • sorenbarrett

    A sad tribute to a loved one. Nicely done



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