"I'm dying
I've got cancer. He said.
Then he sent me out of the room.
Men like him didn't cry with you.
Men like him didn't cry.
He said "Be there for your mother,
And your baby sister. Women don't
Understand these things.
Each week I would bring his frail body
Back and forth to chemo, and watch him
slowly die.
My little sister thought daddy was going
On vacation, and mom, well, she was a wreck.
The only man she ever loved dying right before her eyes.
It's 10 years later,and I'm standing here.
I've got a few cigarettes for you, I know
You always liked to sneak those.
Well damn it man, I miss you. Sometimes I wish
I could join you.
But I just hope what they say is true and I see
You one day.
A contest entry
- Awesomely Sad Poems by Toxic Stardust.
475 points, ended September 1, 2008, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Tales Of Loss by peregrin.
450 points, ended October 1, 2008, 38 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What do you think?
Comments
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This is... touching,
really reaches out to the reader.
Which is fantastic.
Great write!
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good
I like this. Just let me make sure I understand it all...Ok, the dad died of cancer and you're talking to his grave? Did the son find out he had cancer too? That's kind of what it sounded like. I like it, good luck!!!
Much Love and Keep Writing,
~Alicia Lynn -
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Yes
You've got the right idea, talking to his grave.
Yes the son did also.
Thank you for your comments
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