to me mighty,
a mastodon,
lifting me through
throngs, across mine
strewn lands stronger
than anyone
or anything.
Rendered wizened
small from weeks of
radiation,
still standing but
weaving stubborn;
brave ant you are.
Father's Day approaches. Mine survived 7 weeks of aggressive cancer treatment last year. But the pain is back and 4 biopsies and a CAT scan later we are waiting. Again.Hold your father close.
Peace, Linda
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wow. ::good thoughts::
ReplyDeletethank you for the reminder.
Oh, Linda the waiting. Why does take so long and why are we always so eager to have the answer.
ReplyDeleteThere are times that I long for the ignorance of unknowing but more often then not I'm grateful for knowing. It somehow creates a stronger bond. When each moment even those less desirable moments become a blessing of time, more time.
Prayers for your Dad, you and your family.
Thanks folks.
ReplyDeleteThe wait is over, at least the diagnosis wait - not good news. Now a long weekend wait for the prognosis news. Peace, Linda
Warm thoughts and good vibrations coming your way from the coast.
ReplyDelete--John
Sorry to hear about your father. I will keep you guys in thoughts and prayers. The poem is beautiful.
ReplyDeleteJohn and windspirit - thanks for your kind thoughts. And glad you liked my little paen to pops, wind... means much from you. Peace, Linda
ReplyDeleteFingers crossed and hoping for the best.
ReplyDelete"Hold your father close."
Yes. Very wise words indeed.
~jon
Thanks Jon. Very much... Peace, Linda
ReplyDeleteLinda, This piece is brilliant and I still have a lump in my throat. I'm sorry it was inspired by your father's battle.
ReplyDelete(((hugs)))
Deborah
Deborah, thank you so much for the kind words. Always appreciated, friend... Peace, Linda
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