Tonight I taste your cancer,
my memory of your agony so real
and tangible
that I try hard to get rid of it -
mints, toothpaste, mouthwash, soap.
Tonight I hear your cancer too -
the brutality of your words was the vehicle
that tried to burn our bridges.
If I could do just one thing tonight,
I would reach out and hold your freezing hand,
one more time.
May 3, 2020
May 3, 2020 at 5:49 PM UTC
Tonight I taste your cancer,
my memory of your agony so real
and tangible
that I try hard to get rid of it -
mints, toothpaste, mouthwash, soap.
Tonight I hear your cancer too -
the brutality of your words was the vehicle
that tried to burn our bridges.
If I could do just one thing tonight,
I would reach out and hold your freezing hand,
one more time.
Miss you, Mom
