Say It Ain't So - A Cancer Poem

Say It Ain’t So - A Cancer Poem

by Charles Stromme

She’s gonna die soon son

Say it ain’t so

There’s nothing to do son

You’ll have to let go

A second opinion

There’s really no need

It’s growing inside her

A poisonous weed

Say it ain’t so Doc

Say it ain’t true

It can’t be her time yet

There’s so much to do

There’s so much to see yet

There’s so much to feel

So much I ain’t said yet

Please say it ain’t real

Up in Seattle

They’ve found something new

And sometimes it works

But not likely for you

Surgery first

By a medical group

Chemo is next

It’s a poisonous soup

Her hair will fall out

Have you ever seen that

She’ll shiver and puke

At the drop of a hat

And when it’s all done

Should she live until then

Radiation is next

She’ll be dangerously thin

It’s very expensive

And it hurts like a beast

So don’t get your hopes up

No not in the least

This isn’t a promise

We can’t guarantee

Anything will work out

It’s just wait and see

It’s just wait and see

But I’d take any chance

To stay with the girl

That I brung to the dance

The fourteen years since then

Have gone by so fast

Her sixty days left

A bad memory passed

I often forget about

How much I’ve prayed

For the things that I have

And how little I’ve paid

But when I go to bed

I’ll remember to say

Honey I love you

It’s been a great day