Cancer
Cancer
My mother was first to go.
It was a battle but she gave it all she Knew.
She fought it till the end, until us boys put her in a casket.
Then our father was next to go.
Cancer just ate up his bones.
It’s been a tough five years for me.
Poetry blocks away my misery.
Copyright © Jack Reed | Year Posted 2009
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