A Valiant Fight

I don’t want to go, you said The words still echo in my head Valiantly you held on tight Loving life, even as you had to give up the fight A month of hell, six weeks at least It seemed so sudden And yet long expected If only in September I knew it was the last month of “normal” Quality time with my family as a whole Nightly rituals of television, Pogo games, and time with the dogs Bi-weekly trips of life extending drugs The poison slowly creeping into the bloodstream Trying to keep the ever growing monsters from being the winning team. For only so long can one enjoy only the taste of a flavor Before it prematurely snuffs the light and all is over You fought bravely We lost dearly