To My Mum
And the cancer crept up
Like a thief in the dark
It violated that body
Right from the start.
The cells became twisted
They didn’t know more
And the body succumbed
To the death at its door
The mind went to panic
And dangerously played
A hard game of torture
To the bodies dismay
The thinking and anger
Were there of no means
The wildness and tears then
Screamed out of a dream
The doctors all steps in
And did what they could
They cut and they hacked
And left what still stood
The treatment was started
And suppose to be good
It made that poor body
Feel not like it should
It was sick and distorted
It cried out in pain
It screamed out for mercy
No more of this game
Now then it lays there
And all the pains gone
The cancer is dead now
In this life it won.
Copyright © Robyn Blauw | Year Posted 2007
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