Cancer; a Poem

Uncle George

I want to kick and punch and wail and shout; Cancer you nasty bastard,  GET OUT!
My Uncle may be dying you say? I'm not ready to let him go away!
How do you learn to say goodbye, I'm only able to stand and cry.
I want to kick and punch and wail and shout; Cancer you nasty bastard, GET OUT!

Uncle, father, lover, friend, he smiles and comforts us even towards the end;
Although he can hardly even talk, and no way begin to get up and walk,
You tell him you love him, he gives a frown, even now he is still the clown!
Uncle, father, lover friend, he smiles and comforts us even towards the end.

Fifty-six years he's kept his wife, they've been together most all her life.
Gently she sits and holds his hand, her husband, best friend, this gentle man;
Confusion mars her tender face, how did we get here to this grim place?
Fifty-six years he's kept his wife, they've been together most all her life.

His daughter is this mans biggest fan, It's to his arms she's most often ran.
She visits him every single day, this vigil is hers we must let her stay.
Daughters are a blessing we know it's true, he'd be the first to tell this too,
His daughter is this mans biggest fan, It's to his arms she's most often ran.

It's not for him we sit and cry, he's not the reason tears fill our eye,
We're crying for us, our loss and pain, What we lose is Heavens' great gain.
The angels go forward preparing his place, God Himself can't wait to see uncles face,
It's not for him we sit and cry, he's not the reason tears fill our eye.

But until he goes we'll enjoy our time, Visiting, laughing, writing this rhyme.
Remembering all the good we shared, letting him know how much we cared.
Trying to fit in as much as we can, until at the last the race is ran.
But until he goes we'll enjoy our time, visiting, laughing, writing this rhyme.

I want to kick and punch and wail and shout; Cancer you nasty bastard, GET OUT!
My Uncle may be dying you say?  I'm not ready to let him go away!
How do you learn to say goodbye, I'm only able to stand and cry.
I want to kick and punch and wail and shout; Cancer you nasty bastard, GET OUT!

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tnderhrt23 5 years ago

Angrose, this was a really gripping read for me, for I lost my mum to cancer in 1993. It is a difficult thing. My heart goes out to you and your family. You did an excellent job on this piece!


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Twilight Lawns 5 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K.

I like the use of the first as the last line of each verse... it gives it a nice flow. Calming somehow.


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carrie450 5 years ago from Winnipeg, Canada

This is such a powerful and sad poem to read AngRose. It's written so well, a beautiful tribute to your Uncle.


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LaurieDawn 5 years ago

As I sit here with tears pouring down my face reading your prose and the tribute to the man we adore.....don't tell me you can't write moving poetry again Lil Sis. That was awesome. Not trite words, but feeling those same emotions, I want to come and kick walls with ya.

Love ya Sis,

Laur


Erik S. 5 years ago

My prayers to you, Ang. I see you've found your creativity, although I wish it were under better circumstances.


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What Is Q 5 years ago from Tennessee

Well said, Ang. I lost my grandfather to lung cancer, but he never let it get him down. He just kept on like everything was normal, being strong even when those around him fell apart. And he kept drinking his scotch and smoking his cigarettes. I always respected him for that, as strange as it might sound. But he is greatly missed. Hope you experience a miracle. :) But every day's a miracle, I guess.


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uner 5 years ago from Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia

nicely written


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AngRose 5 years ago Author

Thank you all for your kind and generous comments.


pookie 5 years ago

No words for the gratitude I feel, sis. Just tears and many thanks for a beautifully written tribute. I love you.


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AngRose 5 years ago Author

You know how much I love you.


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Jack o'Nory 5 years ago from A very happy place in the English countryside.

I think the others have said it all. You write from the heart.


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AngRose 5 years ago Author

Thank you Jack. It's easy to write from my heart about Uncle George. You'd be hard pressed to find a man better than this one.

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