It’s just a small spot on the x-ray, you said.
I knew there were no small spots.
As I pushed you down that endless hallway
you confided in me:
Been watching the obits lately,
thought my odds were better—
I was bettin’ on seventy two.
For three years you chemo’ed
all of it eating away
at your frame
dulling your mind,
until you weren’t you anymore.
Stacey Dye has been writing radio and television copy since 1979 and does voice overs at a local cable TV station. She's been writing poetry since she was a teenager. She is a member of the Internet Writing Workshop and the Wild Poetry Forum.
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