Freedom from Cancer by Kay Yendole

Golden Phoenix

 Before Christmas Paula rang the bell.

 My darling girl is back and well.

Or so we thought til April came

When it came back again to maim.

 A chilling e-mail made the claim

This time the tumors in the brain.

A gripping fear descends on us all

It can’t be true it’s so not fair,

She’s suffered enough, she’s had her share.

But the Big C doesn’t care

It’s mission is to destroy life.

My warrior princess girl is fighting back

Again, stronger than before against all strife

The stakes are high the tears run dry.

Hypnotised by a T.V. screen I can not see, I can not cry.

While my darling girl lies in a hospital bed

Miles away and I can’t see her til it’s over pray not dead

It’s the day of the procedure as the sun breaks the dawn fast

 we speak on the phone, words that may be our last.

Deep fear that life could end in a

Second,

our heart beating like a ticking clock,

The agonizing wait for hours not knowing the end.

It’s late in the day before I dare ask

‘Are you awake yet?’

 

‘Yes’  with the best smile I’ll ever get.