Go Away Cancer 💔

And sometimes, as my grandpa says, you just have to hold on...

When the very first time I was born
My grandpa came to me
He whispered softly in my ears
And told me I was very pretty
He'd love me so dearly
And take me out for ride
My face would be screaming
"He's my dada" with pride
We'd spend so much time together
He'd tell me lovely tales
Of fairies and castles and dragons
That received heads in their mails
But then one fine day a monster came
And took all joy away again
My dada lost his glossy smile
And always looked in pain
Cancer did that to him
It made him very weak
So much so that he couldn't walk
Sit or stand or speak
I cannot see him suffering now
It has almost been a year
My ears have went high and dry
To make his voice be heard
But still he smiles and laughs
And tells us he is very strong
And makes it pretend as if that
Nothing has ever been wrong
And so when I see the shine in his eyes
And knowing that he tried
I'd still shout with my heavy voice
"He's my grandpa" with utmost pride

Author's Note

Constructive criticism is always appreciated!

Reviews

[Najam Us Saher]

Wow. You left me speechless here. Perfect use of words and it has its own depth and rhythm in it. Very well written. It's so sad to lose a person we love and knowing that the person is suffering hurts us the most.
I have a doubt when you were born you were so young so how could you remember what your grandfather told you ? 😁 I am just trying to have some fun. Please don't mind.

[Sonakshi Arora]

Hahah! My grandpa is still here and much better. :) Thanks

[Najam Us Saher]

It is so good to hear that :)

[Darling]

It is beautiful. I made my eyes teary reading this. My brother suffered the same fate so this really hit home. It is full emotion and the flow is wonderful.
Thanks for sharing, Darling.

[Sonakshi Arora]

Thank you :')