Rock A Bye Boaty

I wrote this poem last year, in 7th grade, and I wanted to put it on my blog because this poem was about the struggles my grandpa faced when he was fighting Lung Cancer, and what it was like for me to loose him. However, just some back-round information about my grandpa's sickness: he had Lung Cancer from smoking and everyone thought his death was near, but on April Fool's we found out his Lung Cancer was gone, finite. Turns out god was playing on April Fool's joke on us because a few month's later it came back and he died, so our worries, and his sickness were always rocking back and forth and jumping up and down, scared for the next news.

Little Blue Boat

The Little Blue Boat

Chimes

Then sways

The Little Blue Boat

Swims

And swifts

The Little Blue Boat

Pulls

And Turns

The Little Blue Boat

Pushes

And

Struggles

That Little Blue Boat

Slips

And sinks

Deep

Beneath

Our souls