So my Mother has cancer
The yellow skin and sallow eyes.
Her body tells the truth but her words are lies.

The doctors circle more frightening than a shark.
The treatment looms but they keep us in the dark.

My mother has cancer and not just one.
Lean on me dear, I'm your eldest son.

If we cannot face it together you will not alone.
I wish we found it sooner I wish we had known.

My mother has fucking cancer and not much can be done.
The months ahead are scheduled for fear and not for fun.

My heart breaks and shatters seeing her there.
Her small frame curled in bed with a lifeless stare.

This world is cruel. My soul is dying.
I love my mother and anything else would be fucking lying.

© Swiftonic Poetry