My Father (Leukemia)

(poems go here) as she sat there and watched the evils slip through her father she could only imagine the pains that reside in the heart growing weary. as the sweat glides down his tired face the lights began to grow even brighter stuttering the words of self-enouragement it became a situation beyond the human spirit--it became of the mind. there weren’t anymore secrets, it was evident that the worst was at the room door. barley seeing the foreign faces all that matter was the simple things that could save a life. I too was a foreign face, for I had not been the same since the start of this tired process.