My Words to You

Watch and see
That's what we've always done
Cut the chit-chat
I was your little Granddaughter

I see you now
And the last thing I want to do is 'cut the chit-chat'

You're in pain
You're hurting

Not only does your body ache
But your will
It too has become in a sense
Nonexistent

Your eyes
They tell
I can see the pain
Behind the shade of blue
The colorless hurt is there
The hurt by the name of cancer

I beg of you
Don't leave me

Grandpa,
I said please don't leave me

I love you
I love you so much
I love you too much

I beg of you
Don't leave me

I must say this
Even if it is the last you hear from me

I hope I've made you proud
I hope your little Granddaughter has made your proud