He sits on the swing, Watching the leaves fall from the trees. He's scared but won't show it, He's worried about his wife but won't let her know it. He plays it off like he does not care, And trys to run from his fears, He hides his feelings behind a mask of tough, raw, meanness, But he can not fool us. We know how bad he's hurting, we can see through him and see the pain. We just wish he would see how much we all love him. Because everyone knows you can't fight cancer alone.
This is a poem a wrote to my grandfather before he passed away a few weeks ago. Rest in peace. You'll never be forgotten grandpa red.<3