CANCER OF THE BONES
There was no nuance in the illness,
Once it took hold, it spread quickly;
The attest taken was clear as glass,
Once diagnosed the results were sickly.
The barren truth was overwhelming,
The temerity she showed was unbelievable;
In truth, I was more panicky than she was,
Yet the consultant said a cure was conceivable.
The aperture which struck my heart was great,
She was not only my wife but a true friend;
It was painful to hear of her unexpected illness,
With this dramatic saga, I hoped for my end.
My proclivity was that of sustained sorrow,
By the cause of cancer to the bone-marrow.
Copyright © Martin Brown | Year Posted 2019