Poetry by Jeff Green

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Thank-you

by cricketjeff on January 22, 2008.  © Jeff Green, All rights reserved

My youngest child was gravely ill at six.
By far the worst of times that I have known.
There are no words to say, could ever fix,
The torture that within my heart had grown.

I had worked away for several days.
Before the mobile phone was always there,
Through the door I walked in dreadful daze,
When my eldest son made me aware.

In just a week he’ll cease to be a child,
Cancer now a shadow in his past.
Like any teenage boy he’s free and wild,
A state that I just hope will always last.

To science and the doctors that we knew,
For my boys life can I just say “Thank-you”.

Author notes

If you want the gory details a rhabdomyosarcoma the size of a large grapefruit inside his pelvis by the right hip.

Been in remission for 11 years.

I guess it is option 4