A cut is there till it scabs

A scab is there till it scars 

A scar is there till it fades 

A faded scars story stays 

No matter what time of day 

The story stays 

No matter how many years, months, weeks

The story stays 

It is the mark of a fighter 

Someone brave 

Someone who worked hard 

Someone who cared 

But at last the story’s words 

Get harder to speak

The story is now just a faint memory 

Then like magic it’s gone 

When your grandchildren say

Can you tell us a story you’ll go  

I can about a scar 

But in the end 

You tell them you can’t remember

They look at you all sadly and say 

Grandmother it’s okay

But even you can see the sadness in their eyes 

They story they wanted to hear 

Is gone