Papa

Papa

You were with me when I was three

I never knew when your death would be

The day I heard you had cancer I was crying

Knowing you had about 6 months before dying

It was five days before my birthday

You said you were fine and you’d be okay

I went home during second period and feared

After I realized you were dying I teared

The whole day I played games with my cousin

The hours it took for you to die was over a dozen

I went to sonic to get shakes

I was wishing the day was fake

I got home and he was in bed

He wasn’t moving anything, not even his head

He wasn’t blinking and I was scared

I stayed in his room for two more hours because I cared

It was so hard to say goodbye

I promised him I wouldn’t cry

Tears went down my face that night

He had cancer and couldn’t fight

You survived longer than others would

You didn’t make it to Christmas and you said you could

Eight months is longer than six

That night I felt like I’d been hit by bricks

I went to go to sleep

I got to my room and I started to weep

I woke up and found out you died at 10:38

I was sad and wanted to leave the state

You changed my whole life Papa

You made me laugh Papa

You were the nicest papa

I love you Papa

   Written by Adam Seay

6th Grader  Age 12

Written in remembrance of his maternal grandfather  his "Papa"