Goodbye

{I wrote this in 2003 for my Grandfather as he was dying of cancer}

I sit and watch you fading
More and more each day.
Your hands are cold; your cheeks are sunk,
You have nothing to say.

A note to get well soon
In the flowers by your bed
Cause silent tears to flow
As your life is soon to end

Outside the children play
Inside the adults cry
A feeling of great pain
As they come to say goodbye

But I am not an adult
And neither a child
I’m somewhere in between
And my feelings are running wild

Watching you grow dimmer
I cannot understand
That soon you will depart from us,
Like footprints washed from the sand

I’ll never again see your smiling face
Full of pride and joy.
I’ll never again hear your lectures
About schoolwork and boys

All these things I took for granted
And I feel that it’s not fair
Because I never thought the day would come
When you wouldn’t be there

And suddenly I’m filled
With things I want to say
But I’m without the words to say them
And you’re running out of days

Most of all I want to say Goodbye
And I just can’t think of how.
But as I hold your hands, I realize
In my own way, I’m doing it now.

Goodbye Yeh Yeh, I Will Love You
Always
- Bec

Francis Cheong – Died 18th March 2003