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Cancer (hits home)

Cancer,
a far fear...
or so thought.

You struck,
hard, fast,
took what you wanted.

We didn't stand
a chance...prayers
left unaswered.

Tell me this
is a dream,
just a nightmare...

Cancer,
doesn't mean a
thing until...

Your a victim,
till your heart
is shattered...

You struck,
hard, fast,
took what you wanted...

and we never
stood a chance...

Author notes

A personal poem about the death of my mother on march 20th...

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  • yael
    April 16, 2008
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    this is very emotional.
    it is raw emotion.
    very well done.


  • frownsnfreckles
    April 15, 2008
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    I think most people's lives are touched by this terrible illness in one way or another. I supported my sister in law through it 3 years ago. Your poem expresses it so well with it's limit on words, there is so much to express yet so little to say. Let the healing begin in it's own time and remember the mother you knew throughout your life, she watches over you still.


  • pantress silver member
    April 11, 2008

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    This poem hits close to home. I have lost two very close friends to cancer in the last year, and another is days from loosing the battle. while one was an older man who had lived a long and healthy life, 2 were under 40, so much life still to live. I doesn't pick and choose, no thought to the little girls who will be orphaned in a few days.

    You struck,
    hard, fast,
    took what you wanted...

    and we never
    stood a chance...

    Sorry about your mom. Death of loved ones is never easy to deal with. good luck in the contest. Jen


  • Shenanigans
    April 3, 2008

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    This poem had a really interesting form to it. The disjointed flow was cool--awkward at first, but definitely makes you think of each individual word. I like the repetition of you struck hard, fast, took what you wanted, we never stood a chance. It makes Cancer sound like a shady marlboro-smoking sleazebag with a leather jacket, out deflowering women and defacing property... I guess it kind of is like that, defacing and corrupting one's body. I read your authors notes, and I am sorry. There are few things worse than dealing with terminal illness, especially in a loved one. I'll say a prayer for her, for sure. Best of luck in the contest,
    Shannon