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Poetry By: Sandara

About my Grandpa

Submitted:Dec 5, 2011    Reads: 10    Comments: 2    Likes: 1   

I don't enjoy this.

At all.

The phone calls.

The texts.

I want to be in denial.

I don't want to believe it.

The words sound horrible.

It's like the curse word I never hear.

My grandpa.

Is he okay?

Will he live?

The doctor left out so much.

I have so many questions.

So little answers.

They did tell me one thing.

It's Cancer.


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