Literature
Summer.
I once knew a girl whose name was Summer
She acted like a child, she was so happy and wild
And she would always share her love,
She was always with a smile
But one day I noticed, she was no longer happy
So I approached her and said “Why so unhappy?”
She didn’t respond, she just started crying
Later she said “My father is dying.”
Her father had cancer, bedridden and solemn
I only had one answer, “We both know where he’s going.”
She grabbed my hand and responded with “Thank you.”
So then we stood up, and continued growing
A few weeks later, her father passed away
But I always hel