CANCER STOLE MY DAD

Sitting by the window and reflecting, on one bitter cold day, The sky cloudy, the weather report predicted snow, The temperature outside 10 degrees, a little low, 33 years ago, it was a sad, life changing day that May. My dad is all I could think of, he consumed my thoughts, The Specialist Oncologist had given us the tragic news, My soul trembled, my heartbeat fast, I developed the blues, It was confirmed, my dad had cancer, my stomach in knots. It was in his bronchial tubes, no therapy allowed, For it would burn them, and he would certainly much sooner die, I ran to the restroom at the Hospital, all I did was cry, We went to a homeopath, who gave us extra time, only borrowed. My dad was in remission for a year, then immediately, Like a clock struck twelve, or like a storm with lightening, The cancer began to spread this awful disease was metastasizing, In 4 months, a man weighing 95 kilos became a skeleton, disturbing. Our house doctor lived near and visited my dad every morning, My dad was very sick by now, an expresso coffee cup of porridge, We fed him, even water he hardly kept down, such awesome courage, His breathing was hardly audible, manna mou he shouted, crying. The doctor arrived, he said that this would be the longest day ever for us, I took my son to school, explained that his grandpa might travel to heaven, My father died that morning, my son was inconsolable, he sobbed until eleven That night, wanted to go to school the next day, grandpa helped him in his test, He said, and he got an A plus. NB Manna mou – he was crying for my mom’s mum who he was very close to – Greek words.