So Young, So Sad, Loved Grand-Dad

Ricky was just eight years of age, As a single mom, had to down stage, That his papa could die any day soon, I remember that night, there was a full moon, Doctor said that it would be a long night, We watched my brave dad fight, Withered to a skeleton, down forty kilos, Bed sores were protected by many pillows, Cancer had eaten away his life, Married forty five years, to his devoted wife. My son and my father were inseparable, Their love for each other immeasurable, Ricky went to bed, my Mom and I on alert, Death was in the air, with my dad it did flirt, My father was very, very ill Time dragged, it almost stood still. Night passed and morning came The doctor came to visit, things still the same, Took Ricky to school, drove back, sat to have tea, With my mum when the unavoidable had to be, Two caregivers by my dad’s side, the one Shouted help quick, we ran, it was too late Dad was on his way to heaven‘s gate. It was eleven thirty in the morning, A new era without my dad was dawning My first thought dear God help me tell Ricky. I drove to his school at the usual time, Not wanting to alarm him, regular home time, His teacher guessed as I tried not to cry, And tried to keep a dry Eye, what’s wrong mom Ricky asked, is it papa, Yes my darling, Ricky sobbed, oh no mama He sobbed and he sobbed, people came And so did his friends, what a shame, All thought of the relationship he had With his beloved Grand-dad. The next morning, my son, Said quite bravely, mama Going to school, have a spelling test, What a wonderful little boy, I am blessed. When I collected Ricky he said, I spelled everything right from A to zed, Papa helped with my test, the clouds in the sky Spelled every word, I felt him so close, I could touch his nose, But after break all I did was cry!