Caren Krutsinger Poet Dizain

Cancer Unnamed In 1862

The horses are a galloping today
Their hooves clacking against the cobblestones.
They clomp right by in a most lovely way.
Woman in carriage giving tiny moans.
Cancer prevails in her smallish bones.
Eighteen sixty-two.  Disease has no name.
Big C makes it impossible to hide.
This poor woman will never be the same.

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Tom Cunningham January 25, 2020 at 12:27 AM The biggest scourge of mankind Caren, I think everyone has lost a family to that horrible disease. Tom Caren Krutsinger January 25, 2020 at 3:03 AM It is a horrible horrible illness.

Brenda Chiri January 24, 2020 at 7:32 PM Wow what a way to bring attention to cancer! I enjoyed the read very much! Everyone who has died in my family has died from it! It truly is nothing nice to see one waste away from it! ;( Caren Krutsinger January 25, 2020 at 3:03 AM It is so sad.