Written, August 8, 2024 For The Contest, “G Forms, Grook Poetry,” Theme 1. Death. Sponsor, Constance La France
Sadly true. My brother-in-law's Grandson- who is our Great-Nephew, after a two-year battle, just passed on August 4, 2024.
The phone rings- say “Hello”- and hear the sobs; my heart jumps- for I feel his anguished pain. With fear, I ask him if there's something wrong! “Oh God, he's gone! My dear Grandson is gone!” The words sting hard with blinding disbelief. So brave, with hope- this cancer, he fought hard; and still, somehow, that dreaded devil won. Youth, love for life- and giftedness had failed; my Great-Nephew- just twenty-one, now gone. What words can we each find- to ease our pain?
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