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The tragic words
I hated the words I was hearing.
But I had to be told.
My beloved grandad was dying.
Cancer was about to take his life.
I didnt want to listen To the words.
I knew That his life would soon end.
I hated this cruel way of life.
I dispised realaity it cut like a knife.
He lived nine months too short.
He left a life time of love.
I didnt get chance to goodbye.
That was probaly just aswell.
I never could of said good bye.
I hate cancer it proved to be fatal.
It took away something good.
I hated the words I was hearing.
I didnt want to hear the truth.
Now my Grandad has gone.
to the skies above to be angel.
And shine in the darkest hour.
He left a few years ago.
It feels like yestaurday.
Time soon flys.
But all is not that bad.
He left good behind him.
He left a legacy of love.
But most of all he left wonderfall memories.
To be treasured forever.
poem
by
Amy Louise Kerswell
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