Promising what was not mine to give,
I assured my preschool granddaughter
that I would be at her wedding someday,
till on my seventy first birthday,
I learned that I had cancer.
As I was given just three months to live,
all my dreams of spending the next
twenty years with my family,
dissolved as my tears washed away
my "script" for my life,
preparing me for a new and better "script".