A Boy and His Grandmother

 

One day in the fabulous month of May

A boy and his Grandmother were out enjoying the day

Playing the game they loved

The game they called GOLF

 

They played every weekend, they loved it so much

The boy loved his grandmother and she loved him

A couple of months had passed and tragedy struck

The Grandmother was attacked by cancer

 

The boy was so sad, but he knew she was a fighter

As months went by the doctor noticed things were not right

The grandma was losing her battle

 

The grandma was watching the gates open

And could see the bright lights

The owner was waiting for her there

As she got closer to the gates

 

She finally entered, and now there was a loud beep

The doctor rushed in but it was too late

The owner said you can't go back

 

As years went by the boy was strong

He still played every Sunday the game they both loved

But it was no different, he knew that every swing he took

His grandmother was watching

 

- Nicholas Champa, grandson of Esther