|Walked in the door after hanging with friends,|
That bright sunny day had come to an end.
I saw my mom who sat on the couch,
My step dad Stan who had just walked out.
Some years ago something went wrong,
My grandpa had cancer we thought it was gone.
I looked at my mom, she looked at me,
Finally, she said, "we need to speak".
I knew what was wrong I started to cry,
As I fell to the couch I thought I would die.
Pain and emotion inside and out,
Fear of his death kept coming about.
As I calmed myself down, she started to say,
Your grandpa has cancer in the worst kind of way.
We thought it was gone, but now it's come back.
Eating his insides sounds like a wreck.
Six months to twelve is the amount they gave him.
So far it's been nine and I'm not complaining.
I love him so much with all of my heart.
I know that that day will be so hard.