Possibilities ( A Poem To My Grandson Who Died Of Cancer)by Rose Dempsey

Sometimes your memory just comes to mind <BR>and I wonder how you'd be <BR>if you'd been given a chance to live <BR>to be a man of twenty three. <BR><BR>Maybe you'd be married <BR>have a son to call your own, <BR>drive a truck, maybe fly a plane <BR>and we'd chat on the phone. <BR><BR>And you'd tell me all your good times, <BR>I'd commiserate with the bad, <BR>give you a shoulder to lean on, <BR>and listen when you felt sad. <BR><BR>But this is all wishful thinking <BR>as I'll never again see you smile, <BR>only in the pictures <BR>I look at once in a while. <BR><BR>Three years ago you left us, <BR>in fact it's almost four, <BR>sometimes I really miss you <BR>and others, I miss you more.