Grandfather

Grandfather, time's not been too kind, I've been gone many years, and there's hardly a sign, that I too, am your son, born of equal blood, but too thick to run, escaping to other countries, God, father, we're fools... my Canada, your Ukraine, I'll tell you the truth: we have never left. And now, as the clock's ticking down, the stones in your throat, leave fate only to drown, and I know Cancer's fain to kill, but grandpa, I love you, and your story always will live forever, in my words.