Missing Him Poem by Michael B. Ventura

moving and swaying in a flap
in another world i feel i'm trap
as he smiles, the man with a cap
and held me dearly in his loving lap

as he cracks his jokes, the angels clap
and our hearts' beating filled every laughter's gap
once he massage my head, i fell into a nap
and he would guard me like a strong rip rap

his words may be at times sounds like a slap
but he's so gentle, when his anger drops
that's the man i will never swap
my loving grandpa whom i call PAPANG NAP