Where would cancer go for a vacation?
Would it fly to Hawaii and stroll on the beach?
Would it send me a post card
or bring me back a t-shirt?
While it was gone,
would I feel better,
be free of care
and able to do all I did before?
Could I buy it a ticket for a three-week cruise,
or a weekend getaway?
Or could I just send it to the movies
for a couple of hours of respite
from the worry,
from the pain,
from the anger,
from the fear?
I haven’t been in the workshop this week. There is a new project I’ll post about next week along with updates on my current work.
Until then I’ll leave you with a poem from my cancer poetry collection. And yes, I finished editing the poem I mention in my last post. More on that this Sunday.
If you need me – I’ll be in the shop