Magazine Posts

Why am I hesitant to tell
My siblings, my cancer is
Terminal?
I have come to grips with the diagnosis
Of stage 4, liver Pancreatic cancer.
I will fight this to the end. Life was
Sweet. Now the hard part.

I'm here,
it's where I be.
Many memories,
but no one to see.

What happened
to the old me?
I was blind before,
now I can see.

Was it a shock,
or a hidden fear,
when I was told,
"Less than a year?"

"Three to four months",
not wanting to hear.
I won't be around,
not even a year.

Wait one! I'm the one,
who's dying,
so why are you,
the one trying?

To take all the
minutes and time,
away from me,
my family entwined.

A grand gesture,
I most certainly say,
but thank you NO!
Not on my day.

I refuse to go,
quietly into the night.
I place my trust in God,
to do what is right.

My world has turned,
crazy and grey.
My lovely wife,
has gone away

Life can be beautiful,
as you know.
At some time, it will
come to an end, so,

my writing is approaching
a point where I may'
be required to
or be unable to say,

the words clearly,
which reside in my mind.
It is OK, when that happens,
for in this world, you've been kind.

Life is a race,
and will always end.
I thank you in advance,
for being my friend.

Once upon a time,
many years ago,
Summer would have,
many a musical show.

What back then,
TV was not around,
so, any, old noise,
was made by your sound.

I was lost,
with a hole in my heart.
Your caring approach,
helped heal that part.

What do you do,
when you're old and grey,
and your life's partner,
has gone away.

You can sit alone,
or try as you may,
to help keep,
your sadness at bay.

A major change,
no more driving for me.
It's ok,
for now, I see.

It will be best,
especially for me.
I'm a Widower.
It's who I be.

A sweet vision,
of love without strife.
You have touched,
Lolo's new life.

I hear your voice,
and awake. I know
Your away from us

This is the second posting
of this little ditty.
It has been mentioned,
I should consider expanding
into a small book for children.
What say Yee?