It was quiet strength that did you in. Your belief that pain was simply the cost of life, You had been crippled for so long Leg straight and fused, Tremors assaulting your once strong hands, Still you coped. You pushed through. As if to laugh at the hand you had been dealt. Like you were betting the house would go bust. You fought.
You fought getting out of the your truck at the doctors office You fought when they forced you into a sleep study You fought when they ran a chest X-ray to rule out pneumonia And when they said cancer You fought
Who cares that they said Stage 4. Cancer didn't know who it had picked its newest fight with It didn't know your 25th wedding anniversary was two weeks away So you fought Because it wouldn't take this from you You wouldn't let it, Stubborn ******* you were. You fought
You fought Having purchased a card for the special day Having it delivered by a friend In tears she read and she knew You had fought And on that following day we sang you to Heaven There was Power in the Blood As you found Amazing Grace And as your last breath escaped Tooth then Lip. I was reminded You fought.
This a poem about my father's death. There is no hyperbole.