Atmosphere poem Aedan

Dear Grandpa

Right now Mom really misses ya

Sitting on that couch in orlando

Watching rambo

you're popping and locking chilling out on the beach

My Mom still has to go out and teach

We found you on whitepages we thought you were gone

My parents called it a real phenomenon

Next came the phone calls

hit that do not disturb

we were in the living room scared you were hurt

You finally picked up the phone

“Hello, who's there?”

“Its me, Fiona Crawley, your daughter”

You flew to see us

We had things to discuss

Yet when it came time to talk you didn't open up

We wanted reasons, statements, and facts why you left

But all we got were excuses like you were refusing arrest

She cared about you and you left her with nothing

So she had tough it up and stop all the fussing

Don't get me wrong we still care

But you started a psychological warfare

We still love you

No more christmas cards, Birthday letters, or new year's gifts

we need a new point of view

Please don't jip

I get it times were hard

And you needed to take a break

But my mom wants you back

after that huge heartbreak