How to Help a Cancer Victim
we don’t know what we need.
Know you can’t fix it.
Know we’ve heard a lot to be frightened of.
Know we’re fragile.
We just want to be normal again.
I know you want to help.
I know you want to comfort.
I know you fear for me.
Don’t be surprised if I respond with anger.
Don’t be surprised if I respond with silence.
Don’t be surprised if I respond with a joke.
Don’t be surprised.
Some pain is in the body.
Some pain is in the mind.
Some pain damages the soul.
I wish to be normal again.
I wish to talk to you like we once did.
I want to hear of your family,
of the dog, the cat, the car and your crazy Aunt Sally.
Call me, text me, email me,
do normal things with me.
A cup of coffee, a day on the beach,
a trip to the store, a hug for your old friend.
I am not writing this week as I focus my writing time on finishing editing my poetry book. Instead I offer the above poem from the collection I am working on.
Till next week,