Farewell Papa

With your feet in the clouds, and your head on the floor,
You start to wonder if you’ve been here before.
The drip won’t fail you, it’s your insides that will,
You’d never have guessed that those puffs of smoke could kill.
Your condition will worsen, and I’ll start worrying more,
The reality will strike me, harder than ever before.
You’ll fly up above me as I hit the ground,
I’ll make a crash, but as for you, not a sound.
I won’t see you tomorrow, because to here you can never return,
But seeing you again someday is my greatest concern.
I wish there had been a way to cure your cancer,
But as for you Papa, we didn’t have the answer.

by MegLeigh
posted on 02/12/2009