Cecil Hickman Poet Sonnet

Fixer

I am a fixer; I know this of me.
I wish I could fix everything I see.
My dream is to have all the answers,
Along with defeating all cancers,

You see, I know, how I will die.
Only if fixed, I’d be able to deny,
My genealogy, one of old age,
The other is cancer, in a rage,

Everyone ends; their life somehow,
There is no way, we can disavow,
My one dream would be its’ end.
The disease that ended my friend,

I can almost, fix anything, that breaks,
My dream is to end, all that it takes.

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Sara Kendrick February 28, 2010 at 4:57 PM I am sorry about your loss in a friend who died from the illness. We probably have all been touched by this illness in some form or another either family or friend or ourselves. I saw something on tv the other day that shows some promise in the lab stage that is Vitamin D in large doses makes malignant tumors go away entirely or shrink until nearly all gone. Would that not be great? Just the use of Vitamin D and eliminate most cancers. Sara

Carolyn Devonshire February 28, 2010 at 4:29 PM Finding a way to defeat cancer is a dream for many of us. I lost two friends in two years to the disease. The second one helped me give the eulogy at the first one's funeral just a week before he was diagnosed. There is also cancer on both sides of my family, so please, Mr. Fixer, dream us up a cure. I was very moved by this compassionate poem, Cecil. Love, Carolyn