'cancer' 'family'
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One word
One vicious word that makes us shudder
C-a-n-c-e-r
Your world is crumbling, therefore so is mine
You are paler, weaker, sadder
I become the adult here
she grew weak
Tired
Overtaking her body
The pain
Scared what might happen
Will I leave my loved ones behind
Will they be ok
Cancer spreading so rapidly
Overtaking every inch of her body
Cinnamon Brooms
And Short Tempers
Baking Sweats
And Picking Fights
and when grandmas
In the kitchen
Do you know what Grandpa did
For Christmas after you passed?
He had us cut your pretty sweaters
Sparkly, bulky, light weight,
Even your favorite dark brown knit
We made special pillows with them
To my Family:
I'm fine.
That's all you needed to know.
That's all you wanted to know.
I don't want to take help from others.
I can deal with it on my own.
I've got two feet on the ground.
