Angel wings in tack,
Lost his fight,
Cancer took his happy tomorrows,
No more baseball games,
Imagining he was a farmer,
A jet pilot,
A hero,
No first dates,
No first kisses,
No wiping his mothers tears when he becomes an eagle scout!
No playing in a band,
Or football,
No prom,
No tux,
No honor roll in junior or high school or college,
No wearing his letter jacket,
No fishing,
Eating watermelon,
Home even mourns this ten year old angel,
When Pere recalls his fight with cancer,
Pere’s voice cracks,
It’s not his pain he thinks of,
Pete”s a grandfather,
Pete sees the tears of his daughter,
One last time Pete held jis ten year old grandsons hand,
Sad to lose someone so loved,
Val Whitewolf 