"20% kidney power left" doctors say through the years
your brother called: "its might be cancer." he screams through tears
your hero says he wont and never left
but death can be such an evil theft
i know you want to hold his hand
yell until you can no longer stand
be the man he wanted you to be
but you cant unless he promises he wont leave
you say "stop dad. Your life isnt a bet"
he sighs and tells us all "i am not going anywhere. Please don't fret."
But he has been in this battle for ages
and inside i see that it rages.
Daddy, i know it will be hard to accept
i actually did see you in the kitchen as you wept
but soon enough he will find his wife
and rise again in a new life
So this poem is to my dad about my grandfather. They have been saying for years he only has so many months but they say it for real this time. Although I wont show this to my dad, i thought it was important to write. Stay strong, grandpa. Just alittle longer <3
