First the diagnosis
Then the prognosis
Indeed it is cirrhosis
Alongside the cancer
Is the answer
They will no longer be a dancer
First comes shock
At no longer being a chip off the old block
Wanting to throw a rock
It just can’t be they are too young
Why has it spread to the lung
Will these be the last words rung
I want to ring its neck
But we need all hands on deck
So emotions are kept in check
Then sadness comes along
Oh this is so wrong
They want us to be strong
All leading to depression
And many a session
Even a confession
Can’t they be given another chance
Couldn’t there be a different circumstance
But in the end we all end up at acceptance
The five stages of grief
In a brief
Poem is my belief
Andreas Simic ©