Family Sorrow
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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