Cancer Poem by Shane Clift

Cancer is a nasty way to die, for my grandma it could not pass her by. Instead it had to stay and slowly kill the animation of what she used to be and what she is still.
The little time cancer has left with her, pain and agony is whats to remember. Hopefully she will forgive and forget. These last few weeks I hope are the most memoriable, for the time she has is not very long for she is coming to the end of her song.