ationship with Poppy Don was short but oh so sweet. When I was young, death wasn't conceivable. I liked him because he loved me and craved my attention. Every time he came to see me, yes everyday, Poppy brought me a stuffed animal. He wasn't trying to buy my love; he was simply trying to spoil me rotten. Now, I think about him surprisingly often for it to have been so long ago. I can see how much he is missed by the look in my daddy's eyes every time he is mentioned. I wish so much I could have known him better and been a greater part of his life. I'm sure I will never forget the things I have heard and the things I remember. I believe he still watches over me, so in a way, I guess he does know me. He will always live in my heart, as well as, the hearts of many, many others. If only my wishes were enough.On the bright side Poppy Don will remain forever young in my eyes. I will never be disappointed in him or let down. I will only remember the good because it is all I have been told. Maybe good is all there is to be told of Poppy....
