Papa told me
to never stop believing.
He said that believing was the key.
And so far he's right,
from what I can see.

He said you have to face your fears
in order to overcome them.
He taught me right,
because sometimes I still have to.

I guess he taught me well
because I've learned a lot
and that's just swell-
because believing is the key.

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The inspiration of this particular poem was my hero. He would always have something to say or know exactly what to do when I was down. I guess he was just that type of person. The type you could always lean on and who would always be there. He was diagnosed in 2013. After he passed away I remember sitting on my bed one night and I began to think about him, remembering immediately what he would inevitably tell me-to never stop believing. I love you, Papa. In memory of Randal Attkinson.