How our grandfather died,
of course, we never knew,
when our father made jokes.
Of course, we didn't know,
understand, grasp the clew,
really, our dad was young.
Granted, he may have known,
remember, his dad died
an older gentleman,
never forget, his age
difference to his young wife.
Forever and a day
at dinner every night
the joke seemed to persist,
how our dad decided
even then to withhold
relevant facts on death.
Decidedly, he died
in the throes of cancer,
ever so sad, our loss,
despite the fact he joked.
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