Dear Poppy,
You've been dead for some years now, and I came to know the truth about my religion years after your death, too bad Poppy too bad. I'm so sorry.
I'm sorry for all the missed Christmas celebrations.
I'm sorry for the missed Thanksgiving dinners.
I'm sorry for the missed Father's Day Cards.
I'm sorry for the missed birthdays.
I'm sorry for thinking of you as a stranger, a "worldly person".
I'm sorry for believing other men and not you.
I'm sorry Poppy for all of it, yet what can I do now? You are dead.
Goodnight Poppy, goodnight.
Tootsie